I’m not the most consistent blogger, and I’m okay with that. I just wanted to share this shot I took with my phone on the day I played 36 holes of disc golf–one round at Hiestand Park in Madison, WI, and two rounds at Porter Park in Roscoe, IL. This was taken at Porter Park’s Hole 5, down the fairway after teeing off.
Meanwhile, the boat was far out to sea when the wind came up against them and they were battered by the waves. At about four o’clock in the morning, Jesus came toward them walking on the water. They were scared out of their wits. “A ghost!” they said, crying out in terror.
But Jesus was quick to comfort them. “Courage, it’s me. Don’t be afraid.”
Peter, suddenly bold, said, “Master, if it’s really you, call me to come to you on the water.”
He said, “Come ahead.”
Jumping out of the boat, Peter walked on the water to Jesus. But when he looked down at the waves churning beneath his feet, he lost his nerve and started to sink. He cried, “Master, save me!”
Jesus didn’t hesitate. He reached down and grabbed his hand. Then he said, “Faint-heart, what got into you?”
The two of them climbed into the boat, and the wind died down. The disciples in the boat, having watched the whole thing, worshiped Jesus, saying, “This is it! You are God’s Son for sure!”
Matthew 14:24-33 (MSG)
Here’s Peter, full of problems, finding himself in what we could call a very bad situation. This is a story that most everyone has heard. Jesus walks on water, Peter walks out to Him, takes his eyes off of Jesus and subsequently falls. Jesus saves him and delivers the oh-so-famous line, “Ye of little faith.”
I hate to boil it down like that, but more often than not, that’s exactly how we hear it. As Christians we already know we’re not supposed to take our eyes off of Jesus lest we drown.
I’m sharing it because I read it a little differently today, and it got to me in a very personal way. Read More
Hi! Here’s a thing I made!
Definitely no intention to get virtuoso here–I have no delusions of being that good. This is just a ditty I play to relax. Drop and open tunings are fun for me because they allow for some interesting note runs, and coupled with the right amount of delay you can get the root note to float along nicely. There’s something really atmospheric about it that I dig. I’m playing a sort of a medley–mostly touching on songs’ stronger themes instead of outright playing them. I really want to revisit this concept in the future so keep your eyes peeled.
This is my first time filming with my Canon 60D; I used the EF 40mm f/2.8 lens. No elaborate setup–I literally just set it on a tripod, sat down, locked focus, and started playing. The audio was captured using a Zoom H1 recorder.
For you guitarheads out there, I’m playing a Fender HSS Strat (Mex) into an Epiphone BC30. The active pedals in my chain are as follows: Ernie Ball VP Jr., Mojo Hand Rook, BOSS DD-7 in dotted 1/8, and MXR Carbon Copy. The pickup selector is in position 4, and I’ve rolled the tone back to about 6, with the volume rolled back to 7.
Thanks for watching!
Ever since the iPhone 4 came out with its high-PPI (pixels-per-inch) display (I refuse to buy into this “Retina” nomenclature), high-end phones that came after have started using displays with similarly high pixel density to compete. Some even wound up calling theirs “Retina” displays, even though that’s definitely just a term Apple cooked up to work their reality-distortion field. It became one more thing about the device to brag about.
Here’s the problem, though. While it definitely belongs on the spec sheet, it’s not a feature. At least, it’s no longer a feature worth bragging about on its own. Read More
people will turn their backs on you. so watch their backs.
they may never know you did, and they may never appreciate you for it. it’s a thankless job.
but you do it anyway. someone has to be there for the people who won’t be there for you.
I’ve been accused before of trying to sound like an “expert” when I talk about photography, whether it’s someone else’s or my own.
I don’t know what spurred this. Maybe it’s the jargon I throw around, maybe it’s the sickening amount of detail I post with my favorite shots, or maybe it’s the fact that I just talk about it ad nauseam.
The fact of the matter is that the assertion couldn’t be farther from the truth. If anything, I’m far more aware of my shortcomings as a photographer (or musician, or writer–what have you) than anyone else is. Okay, that’s a lie. Anyone who’s better than I am would definitely be more aware of it. What is true, however, is that I never lose sight of how much room I have to improve. Read More