Anny of Chamonix

Anny of Chamonix book page

The featured photo is from a page in a booklet written by our host in Chamonix. In the group photo, Anny stands on my left. A former ski instructor, mom of three, married to the man she loved, she had no thought of Jesus. Then life started to not be so lovely. And, fear and … Read more

Augustus walked this way

Aouste sur Sye France Roman Bridge 2020

Augustus walked this way. And well, I might say the rest is history, but it’s not. History is not a current that can be stopped or diverted. It flows over and through people groups, shaping lives, events and nations. It is not captured in a monument. It cannot be toppled, erased or undone—certainly not by … Read more

The waters of Anglet

Anglet plage avec JD, Simon et Matt

These brothers. Their prayers. And the God we serve. ❤️ He gathers the waters of the sea into jars; he puts the deep into storehouses. Let all the earth fear the Lord; let all the people of the world revere him. For he spoke, and it came to be; he commanded, and it stood firm. … Read more

Art and Truth in Chartres

Art, like truth and goodness, must have a foundation for criticism, for evaluation. Our hearts tell us this. There is right. There is wrong. There is beauty. There is good. There is evil. There is love… And there is the One who loves us all despite our unjust ways with one another. Art that is … Read more

Hemingway’s Epigram

Reilly vin en Chartres

A big man named Hubert, a jazz singer, a skydiver, and a wife with a leopard print purse. It wasn’t a joke. The evening felt like something from a Hemingway novel. The Sun Also Rises, perhaps. But we weren’t in Paris. We were in Chartres. And it was 2020, not 1920. My point? Read Hemingway’s … Read more

La récolte

Saint Brevin France Pommes

La récolte. Do we photograph best what we love the most? Or perhaps the question should be, does an artist ever tire of trying to capture that place which they know will one day be—a place which no eye can behold and no pen can adequately describe? [Photo taken in a friend’s garage, France, 2018]

The Stars of Quaintness

Was I seeing stars? Or just the future? My first time in “la cave” was in 2007, and the vintner (the uncle of a friend) asked, “What’s the year of your birth?” I told him after some pause, unsure of why he had asked. To this day, I have no idea why he opened that … Read more