When I catch a look of worry on my wife, I am reminded of that of my mother. My heart hurts a little because although I have grown it seems the lives of the women around me remain the same. I’m sorry, Mom.
My priesthood is much like my boyhood: discovery upon discovery leaves me scarred, marked and persistent. Poisoned by curiousity and fuelled by wonder I am hunting for something I have never seen.
A while ago I started a character series within a National Geographic Magazine. I get this kick out of seeing my character on the cover with the Nat Geo title looming above it. I hope this series grows ten times more than it has in the last month. I hope the devastatingly talented photographers at... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 