My grandpa aka “Pawie” was my next door neighbor growing up. He gave me a ride to school every day in his old Ford conversion van I was embarrassed of at the time…now I daily drive a camper van…one of the many things I can credit him with.
If I’ve made you laugh, if we have nerded out about cars, if you have ever had to negotiate with me or, God forbid, sell/buy something to me on Marketplace, I have him to thank. He taught me “if you don’t have time to do something right you don’t have time to do it. Don’t half ass things.” He taught me to take care of things, like his, now my, 1972 Charger in pristine condition. Every time my cars are dirty I feel like I’m going to disappoint him.
More importantly, he taught me to take care of people. So if I’ve ever helped you out take a moment for Dan aka Danny aka Pawie aka Poppy aka “Is that Kenny Rogers?” Winstead.
Second round of my @amangiri Summer edit.
The first thing that struck me is the dramatic difference from hour to hour, even minute by minute, as the shadows move across the sculptural architecture creating frames within frames.
@tanveerbadal and I weren’t exactly lucky with weather so chasing the moments of sun and shadow placement felt especially serendipitous when it worked out.
Thank you for inviting me to join in your @paradiseonhulu Emmy’s night splendor, @enukaokumaofficial !! 🖤🤍
And thank you to @apdh for our last minute photo shoot. Gotta love a hotel room key lampđź’ˇ
Thankful to be a part of the @amangiri Summer brand shoot and especially thankful to @tanveerbadal for allowing me to shoot alongside him!
I’ve wanted to branch into shooting hotels and architecture alongside my lighting work so consider this the beginning of my portfolio…will be hard to top this gem of a location.
First series theme is reflection đź’§
Nana
It’s been two weeks but I haven’t known what to say…still don’t…Nana was my babysitter from birth. I remember being carried into her house, still asleep, so my single mom could go to work.
Most of my childhood until I got my drivers license we did almost everything together. The majority of that time managing the 19 flower beds she had strewn across her yard and our adjoining yard, which was once their spare lot. My summers and after schools often consisted of weeding, raking, mulching, mowing, and cleaning the old above ground pool - subsisting on sweet tea and biscuits and gravy.
Garage sales were the other predominant activity. She would light up from a score of anything she deemed “very expensive,” which became a family catchphrase as those finds often failed to elicit the same excitement from the rest of us.
Her generous, kind heart and unwavering support will stick with me the rest of my life, as will the time I had recently to say goodbye. ❤️
Bryce Canyon, one of my new favorite places on earth.
We arrived in the evening to our campsite and the next morning I heard my Papaw passed that night. The next day was a gorgeous hike in this otherworldly place thinking about how much he would love it. Looking forward to going back, spreading some of his ashes, and pouring out some cheap beer for him.
My Pappaw was a sportsman, a story teller, a friend to many. An old school Southern man short on words but large of heart. I owe my love of nature and fearlessness of heights to him, among many other things. It feels appropriate that we were in the forest of Bryce Canyon when he passed, he would have loved it. This song came on around that time. You’ll be missed, Pappaw ❤️
