Burn Baby Burn

I enlisted the help of my lovely assistant Caroline to photograph our latest LP Gas live fire training burn at Chipola College Fire Academy. It was a really neat experience for her, in fact, she briefly said she might want to be a firefighter. I'm going to do my best to talk her out of that! (Even though she looked cute in the hat and coat) Here are a few of her shots from Tuesday's LP burn as well as a few of mine from Wednesday's Live Fire Structure training.

Beautiful People Make My Job Easy...

for example, this beautiful family........

Oh, Deer!

It doesn't get much better than a beautiful young lady, a beautiful landscape and a deer. Many thanks to "Pie" the deer for sitting in with us for this beautiful senior's session.

Ace Firefighter

After nearly 11 1/2 years as a firefighter and 7 as a career firefighter, I sometimes forget the way I felt the first time I ever saw a fire engine. I photographed a young man today that refreshed my memory. Thanks, Ace, for reminding me how cool it is to be a firefighter!

Here's a few shots from our session~

Joanna+Trey= Engaged!

Saturday's 1,000 mph freezing winds didn't keep this sweet couple from smiling!

So my Dad says.....

..."I've made you a new place to take some pictures." It seems he had part of a large oak tree break off and fall during a storm a few weeks ago, and my dad, being one of those who doesn't waste a good tree, saw an opportunity for a great place to make a picture (hmmm, maybe that's where I got it from?). He removed the split part of the oak, sawed the trunk off level and filled the hole with concrete to make a seat. Anna Jo tested it for us this weekend. Thanks, Dad! It's perfect!! This is my Dad. He knows a thing or two about trees. He's been in the timber business for about 50 years.

And, of course, I'm an equal opportunity Daddy. So here's a couple of Madsy.

Dawg-Gone it!

When I was a kid, the "big treat" was going to "feed the fox". I'd ride in my Dad's lap down miles of sandy roads through scrub oaks and palmettos to throw out what we knew as "chicken necks" to the foxes. My Dad was a fox hunter. After they built the Sandsifters Fox Pen I'd spend countless hours listening to stories and barking dogs late into the night. On Saturday I had the chance to return to that same fox pen, this time with camera in hand to photograph a friend of my family and his pals.