Every artist, as child of his age, is impelled to express the spirit of his age.
And my sister, my Lindsey, left me in her memories, where I was meant to be.
There was one thing my murderer didn't understand; he didn't understand how much a father could love his child.
There’s no condition one adjusts to so quickly as a state of war.
These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections-sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent-that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it. The events that my death wrought were merely the bones of a body that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the future. The price of what I came to see as this miraculous body had been my life.
Depending on where I am in the process, sometimes I have a page count and sometimes I don't. Sometimes I have an hour count; sometimes I'm just happy to string a few words together. I do keep pretty rigorous hours, because otherwise you never get anything done.
I had rescued the moment by using my camera and in that way had found how to stop time and hold it. No one could take that image away from me because I owned it.
Comfort will never come to one who does not touch the stillness within himself.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, enters my life that isn't caused or allowed by God and filtered first through His loving hands for the purpose of making me more like Jesus.
This is a job and we want to have fun. But it's a job and we should look like we're going to work.
Fowl never tastes as savory when you're hungry for venison.