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Music

The Other Half of My Brain

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If you don’t know that I love music, then you probably don’t know me very well. Music is something that I play, talk about, dream about, and write about. Listening to music is simply one of my favorite pastimes. Were I a woman with a dress, in Austria, in an open field to sing I would sing a song about it — and among my list of favorites things would be music. It’s just that simple.

That’s why I want to know if you’ve heard about evade the noise? Think of it like shaycam.com, only instead of being about me, it’s about music (and movies). That’s why I think it’s the other half of my brain, because when I’m not taking photos or doing whatever it is I do, I’m writing about music. In fact, it’s not just me — it’s me and my friends (one of whom is pictured above). We figured since we all love music (and movies), why not write about it? So this is simply to remind you to be sure and come check us out when you get a chance, and if you’re really techy, add us to your RSS reader.

Here’s a few of our most recent reviews:
Where The Light Is: John Mayer Live In Los Angeles (film/music review)
Coldplay - Prospekt’s March EP (album review)
Seven Pounds (film review)

Click here to visit evade the noiseâ„¢ (dot com)!

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Photography

GreenSprouts.com

GreenSprouts.com

A brand-new family oriented, environment awareness site called GreenSprouts.com just launched and I wanted everyone to know about it. I was hired to do most of the photography for the site design elements and “pictures” section. They have a ton of great info on there and fun things for families to do together.

Feel free to go over there and check it out: http://greensprouts.com

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Photography

Kentucky In Photos (with commentary)

As I stated in my previous post, I just got back from six days in Kentucky visiting my parents. I figured these photos would help give greater understanding to my time there (my commentary can be found below every photo):

Swim Swan
We visited many state parks in Kentucky and just spent some time walking three of my parent’s Chihuahua’s. One such park had these beautiful swan who were quite “majestic” as my dad called them and I spent a few minutes trying to capture their beauty. I think we counted a total of 17 or 18 of them just relaxing on the water.

The Wifey and the Chihuahuas
That’s Bethany and the Chihuahua’s I mentioned before. She held Gemi (far right, prounounced “Jemy”) while I took this shot. We really wanted to bring Jeter (far left) home with us, but we couldn’t figure out how to justify the “no dog” policy at our apartment building. But let’s just say that we’re in the market for a new apartment…one, say…dog friendly? Oh, and that’s Sadie in the middle — she is the “terror” as my dad says.

Saftey Belt or Buckle Up
Yes — that’s a belt either keeping the hood down or the bumper on. I’m not exactly sure which, but I am sure that I’ve never seen this kind of rigging before. Could even be a rival to duct tape?

Red-Tailed Hawk
This “immature red-tailed hawk” let me get pretty darn close before finally flying away. I’m not a bird connoisseur, so I joined a local Kentucky bird-watching forum online and they were able to help me figure out what exactly I photographed. Oh man, those bird watchers are hard core….but very helpful!

Dead Things That Have Life
Even dead things can have beauty.

C'mon Earl, You're in Our Lane!
Tractor in our lane, town water tower, and a two-lane road — if this doesn’t scream “Kentucky” then I don’t what does.

Dad
Here’s a shot of my dad that I just kept coming back to. Bethany and I actually got him that hoodie for Christmas and he wore it the whole time we were there. In some ways this shot doesn’t really portray who my dad is, but at the same time it’s exactly who he is.

Mom
I was sitting on the couch when I captured this moment of my mom. I don’t always know what’s going in her mind and I feel like that’s kind of why I took this shot. This is sort of her life in Kentucky: in her chair, in her home, just thinking about the day.

God's Creation
The sun began to set as we were walking around the John James Audouban State Park. Really this is the result of being in the right place at the right time, and furthermore, I can’t take credit for the beauty that God created here.

Broken and Beautiful
An old outhouse type building was the only thing we found in this small park near my parents home. This particular evening it was cloudy and I thought the clouds added a whole new element to this photo.

A Kentucky Sunset
Finally, I am leaving you with this photo which is probably my favorite of the bunch. This was shot about 10 minutes after sunset and that’s when the sky really started to show-off, so to speak. I just loved the way the clouds are leading us into the end of something, but we can’t quite see it because of the trees which act as a skyline of sorts. Again, how could I even take credit for such beauty? It reminds me of the hymn:
This is my Father’s world, and to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world: I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought.

- “This Is My Father’s World” Maltbie Babcock, 1901

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Christianity Family Friends

Home To My Home

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Three years ago my parents moved from a lifetime of residing in southern California to central Kentucky. Their new town is home to Abe Lincoln’s birthplace and you can literally walk the downtown area in about 5 minutes. I just got home (California) from visiting them for the past six days and I only have one thing to say: Kentucky is not my home.

It’s not that Kentucky is all bad — it does have it’s moments. Louisville is a pretty good city, for example. They boast that they are the 16th largest in the Union, but what I love are the old brick buildings and the Ohio river that it sits against. Also, there is something to say for the American history that Kentucky holds. Everywhere you go you’ll find bronze signs with gold lettering telling you that you’ve just entered a historic city and then explain the significance. But that might also be it’s downfall. The reality is these cities were probably a lot more exciting in the mid 1800’s then they are today because I don’t think anyone has done anything to keep them up in the past hundred and fifty years. But that didn’t stop my parents from loading us up in the car they borrowed (or in Kentucky it could be pronounced “burred”) and lead us around every place that might have any significance, historical or not. The view from the back the car wasn’t always bad as the photo above portrays. The chances of seeing a tractor in your lane with a nice water tower in the skyline isn’t that likely in southern California, so I had to get a shot of it at least for posterity. Nevertheless we saw most of what Kentucky has to offer in a few car rides and it’s not something to write home about — which is why I figured blogging might be the option in my case.

California, at least for now, is home to my home. I say “home to my home” because even as I’m writing this I’m realizing that my home really consists of more than a location, bedroom, kitchen, or even fond memories. Bethany (my lovely wife) was telling me about a blog she read the other day that discussed this very topic. The writer, CJ Mahaney’s daughter, basically explains how she isn’t sad that her parents are moving out of the house she grew up in. She explains how her parents aren’t ones to live in the past and how really home is “where mom is.” As I grow older and continue to establish my own home with my wife, I agree with this sentiment completely and would further add some qualifications to it.

Home for me really consists of the following: where my wife is, where my church is, and where God is choosing to use me. To be without my wife (and I don’t mean to sound cliche) would be like a half-me walking around — it would be weird, gross, and pretty awkward for those around me. She is the one that God designed for me and the more we grow together, the clearer that becomes. Furthermore, to be without a local church would be devastating to my spiritual growth. To miss the teaching of God’s word, the fellowship of other believers, and the constant use of my spiritual gift would leave me misguided and spiritually bankrupt. The church is really an extended family. These are people that I trust my life with and people that I want to be around all the time. They are my friends, my mentors, my brothers and sisters, and my teachers. I want to learn from their experiences, rub shoulders with them, share my prayer requests with them, hold the battleground with them, sing with them, learn with them, share the Gospel alongside them, and learn to love Christ more with them. Finally, I want to have God use me where I am. I don’t want to be idle in my obedience to God. I want to do what he says and trust him for the results. It’s in these things that my home is really established. If my home only consisted of my bedroom, some framed photographs of times past, and some simple memories it would missing some very key elements of my life and wouldn’t be much of a home at all — it would be missing God’s plan and God’s people, and those are things I just can’t live without.

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Christianity Family

Thoughts on Christmas Day


Letter for Santa Claus (LOC), originally uploaded by The Library of Congress. This photo was taken some time between 1910 and 1915 by an unknown photographer

Yesterday (Christmas eve) I drove down to Los Angeles to pick up a friend so he could celebrate Christmas with us and some mutual friends. As I was driving I called my dad to ask him his thoughts on what traffic in L.A. would be like on Christmas eve. My dad spent some 20+ years driving to and from Los Angeles, commuting to work so I figured he would be a good candidate to know something about what my travel would be like. But it was his answer to my simple question that killed me. He said, “I think you should be fine…” to which I replied, “great!” — but he didn’t stop there. He continued by adding, “The feelings about Christmas are really bad this year…they’ve taken Christ out of Christmas.” How exactly would Christ being taken out of Christmas affect my drive to L.A. I’m still trying to figure out, but the truth is — he was serious.

My dad grew up in a different time. He grew up in a time where saying “Merry Christmas” was the norm and wouldn’t turn heads or bring about an awkward stare. But this hasn’t been the case for my generation. I’ve grown up in the “Happy Holidays” transition time. That is-the era in which we have tried to make the switch from saying “Merry Christmas” to “Happy Holidays” in hopes of not offending anyone. In fact, I was out with my wife this past week and I overheard a conversation that made me laugh. A lady was telling her family who was with her a story about a child at a restaurant that evening. Apparently the waiter came to the table to give them back their card and check and said “Happy Holidays” to which this child replied “We celebrate Christmas!” That really sums up where we’re at today: in a constant, silly battle as to what to say, when to say it, and how to say it, and all in hopes of not offending anyone by adding the word “Christ” to our greetings.

As I sit here this Christmas morning my heart is drawn to think about these things because this is the morning when Christians celebrate the birth of a Savior. Yes, Christians will most likely also participate in the cultural thing that is Christmas with the lighted tree, sharing gifts, and eating a meal together and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. But I also want to remind myself (and that’s probably why I’m writing this) that today is the day I celebrate the birth of God coming to this world as a baby. Humbling himself even to become a human and ultimately humbling himself to take away the penalty of my sin on the cross. This truth alone should be enough for me to be joyous today, even despite a culture that wants to remove Christ from everything.