I was able to spend a day this past weekend back at CNS. It has been fun to experiment with different styles of photography out at the track. Last time I used manual focus primes and shot monochrome for a documentary feel, this time I decided to embrace the heat and the colors and go for a 90’s Days of Thunder feel.

I finally got over to the track a couple weekends ago to document some of the racing with Brothers Racing. Shawn, Justin and two of the grandkids raced. It was unfortunately a disappointing day for them. A couple of wrecked cars and disappointing finishes, but a bad day at the track is still a good day.

A few months ago I was invited to attend and photograph the grand opening of Eshe’s new location in Windsor with The Whole Brand Agency. The owners and team of that company are some of the best people with great hearts.

This past weekend our family got to break in our new (to us) travel trailer for a weekend camping in Cañon City. I will spare you the family snapshots but I was able to sneak in a little bit of time to work on some photos of my own, some for ongoing projects, and some random ones.

Started out this month with some professional work for Eshe’s and Forge which was a fun change of pace. I got to see some cool cars and explore the area a bit for a couple different projects I am working on. Mostly though, it was a lot of time spent at home with family, which I am not mad about at all.

In this post, I introduce The Outskirts, an ongoing project about the overlooked places at the edges of everyday American life—small businesses, civic spaces, roadside signs, parking lots, and neighborhoods in transition.

This year I’m taking a different approach to improving my photography. Instead of simplifying and limiting myself like I usually do, I want to broaden my way of seeing and shooting. A few photographers have been inspiring me lately, and they’re pushing me toward cleaner images, more flexibility, and stronger storytelling.

It has been the weirdest and most mild winter I ever remember her in Colorado. It is one of the warmest winters in history. I kinda like it…but also I kinda hate it. It feels like we are being cheated a little bit.

We headed into the Colorado mountains for a winter camping trip with Arden, determined to keep our “camp once a month” goal even after the rest of the group had to cancel. Of course, the warm winter broke the one weekend we went—bringing brutal wind and near-zero temps. Arden still had a blast exploring and helping at camp, but the wind kept hammering the tent and repeatedly shut off our propane heater. With the cold becoming unsafe, we packed up in the dark, warmed up in the truck, and rolled home before sunrise—tired, a little humbled, and already laughing about the adventure.