I've always loved flying kites. Perhaps it is the utter unpredictability of it all, the realization that I really have no control over this object that can sail so beautifully in the sky or come crashing down at any moment. Oh, I can tie a...

After three years, a quarter of a million miles and 19 countries I have a couple of observations - Love is the most profound force known to man That whoever said that time heals all wounds must have broken something other than their heart. The book Understanding Your...

“MANIFESTO OF THE BRAVE AND BROKENHEARTED There is no greater threat to the critics and cynics and fearmongers Than those of us who are willing to fall Because we have learned how to rise With skinned knees and bruised hearts; We choose owning our stories...

30 years ago today Carol and I were blessed with our first child. Ever year since, we have celebrated the day we first experienced Christina's sweet radiance. I'm sad that I am not at home, sitting with family, reminiscing over the many ways that Christina has blessed...

Waking up in Lisbon, Portugal this morning, I found myself in a very colorful little room; the chatter of voices from Pakistan, India and Portuguese echoing up from the streets four floors below. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I picked up my camera as I...

Mine and Carissa’s days here in Iceland are long and beautiful, with the light starting aound 6am and staying light until 11pm we have ample time to sit quietly, allowing our souls to be restored in Iceland, one of Gods most beautiful creations. For months I...

  When the Khmer Rouge regime swept through Cambodia in the 1970’s, nearly a quarter of its population was extinguished from torture, mass executions, malnutrition and disease. It’s estimated that between one and three million lives were lost. After flying into Cambodia last month to photograph and...

  February 20th, 2016 Mae Sai, Thailand new the Burma border I loved celebrating my daughter Christina's love of all things coffee from the village of Pha Mi in Mae Sai, Thailand. Who would have dreamed that on my way to tell orphan stories, I would find some...