Anybody see Endeavour fly over the GG Bridge this morning? Wish I could have. This is the closest I’ve been to the space shuttle – my boyhood dream. The size is surprisingly overwhelming. Surreal.
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what’s a cawu?
Nobody really knows, but hey, you've found one! I'm Chris, and this...is my photo blog. But you already knew that. How about some stuff you didn't know:
I split time between my full-time job, part-time seminary studies, whenever-time photography gigs, and all-the-time husband and father life. Can you guess which one's my favorite? Seriously though, my fantastic wife Karen manages to keep me silly and sane through it all, and nothing beats being a daddy. Cliche? Sure. True? No doubt.
I'm horrible at sports, but love baseball. I not-so-secretly wish I could be a big league pitcher. Don't laugh too hard if you go bowling with me - you can sometimes tell from my routine that I'd rather be an ace on the mound.
And maybe I should have studied design or at least some form of liberal arts back in college. I love a well-designed poster, picture, sign, car, pair of scissors, you name it. In fact, one of my quirkier characteristics is the instant frown you'll get from me when a perfect, clean, new cardboard box gets its first dented corner. Ok, so maybe that's more my weirdness than a sense of art or design.
When I was younger, I loved making photographs but was horribly shy about it. However, my glamorous career in high school journalism (take that, JV chess team!) introduced me to fabulous gear I couldn't afford and a license to snap photos when nobody asked for one. Capturing moments that'll never come again ignited a passion in me that has yet to wane.
Actually, capturing the beauty of the moment is what photography is all about for me. It's fantastic, really. We live through an almost infinite number of moments in our lives, each never to be repeated exactly the same way. Photos help us remember those moments - special or seemingly mundane - even while our own memories tend to fade out as time goes by. They help us to remember our own finiteness, and in turn, be thankful for the grace of every breath.
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