These surfers said they were grateful . . . Infectious joy and gratitude spilling all over the place. That’s the only way to describe these surfers. I talked to them as they were hanging out at their truck after coming in from the waves so they were probably stoked from a good session, but it...
I grumble a lot. Complaints come out of my mouth way to much but the amount of griping that goes on in my head is ridiculous. Completely out of control, a disease eating away at gratitude. The worst part is I hardly even notice. I pick the moments of gratitude and I gloss over all...
I sent him those words, him trudging in snow, willing to serve, hoping to fly. I found them in a bookstore, etched into smooth metal, sent it to slip between sacred sheets of paper. Those words they have echoed on, and on… through sickness and health, separation and reunion, good times and bad, four kids...
If I were to utter those words, it would be a lack of gratitude and still I whisper them inside. I would… if only… one more thing… She beams and gushes, stumbling over the words, tucking greying whisps beneath her veil. “I would be SO grateful, if they, for them, to find, jobs, here, America.”...
At the end of a beautiful day, in beautiful light in La Jolla I photographed this father and daughter. They said they were grateful for . . . I will be adding to this project each week and it will live on this here page, so swing by again soon! If you would like to post a...
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