I ain’t afraid of no ghost!
Every year my family and I dress up and hit the neighborhood so we can get together with friends and neighbors, collect some sweets, and lose a few religious followers on Instagram.
This is my fav costume theme yet! @jesssteingard is a costume master. No kid under 12 has any idea who we are! We old.
One of my favorite frames I’ve ever shot - these dudes are legends and I consider myself lucky to count them as dear friends.
When @colonyhouse asked me to spend a week with them exploring desert and coastline I was obviously going to say yes.
Over that week we shot tons of still and moving images. We slept very little and laughed very much. We talked about God and family and passion and culture and darkness and light.
The album they’re rolling out now makes me love music all over again and I couldn’t be more proud to feel connected to it the way I do.
Thanks for the journey boys. You are the real deal. “Looking for some light” - their new single dropped today. You should go listen to it - and then listen again.
@calebschapman @wfchap @scottiemills @parkecottrell @codybryantbennett
Alive and Kicking // The last few months I’ve been stepping back from Instagram - I know I know it’s the trendy thing to do. I didn’t set a specific period of time or anything like that - I just decided to shift my perspective and my behavior away from Instagram - and back onto the life in front of me.
2019 has truly been a weird year for me. If I’m being transparent, I’ve wrestled with depression and mental health in ways I never expected I would. I’ve experienced doubt and uncertainty about things I never imagined I could. In so many moments I’ve lost faith and confidence in God, myself, society, the church, and well... I guess kind of everything.
In an effort to get healthier I’ve been trying to cultivate habits that allow me to be more present and less distracted, and stepping back from Instagram has been part of that.
What I’ve learned so far... Instagram truly cultivates comparison for many of us (read: me) in super unhealthy ways, and it also causes us to step out of our life experiences. Every time something good is happening we get out our phones to make sure we post about it. We think about who might see it, what their reactions might be, how it affects how those people perceive us. What we’re not thinking about is WHERE WE ARE - what we are doing.
We are often so focused on making sure people know about our experiences - that we aren’t even experiencing them ourselves.
While we’re posting about life - we’re missing it.
So that’s the dark side - the other side of the coin is that stepping back from social media has made me feel less connected to my friends and that is a bummer. ‘Cause I like my friends.
What a pickle. ;) Well - I will leave you now with a totally-not-ideallly-cropped-for-Instagram photo of me in Munich, Germany - where i currently am, doing a quick film project before heading home.
This is me and my family. Everything most dear to me is in this photograph. Sometimes it’s important to remember that isn’t it? I could lose everything else and I’d still have everything. That’s worth holding on to. .
The @hawknelson boys and I did a cruise with @wayfmnashville and @inspirationcruises to Alaska last week. It was such a special time. Thanks for snapping this pic @davidniacaris. You’re a champ.
DESOLATION // I’m kind of obsessed with deserts. I have been for as long as I can remember. I still haven’t fully worked out why. Maybe it’s because, growing up in rural Canada, there was no such thing. Deserts were something inherently alien and unknown, and that seemed exciting.
There is something peaceful about deserts to me. To me, peace is the absence of distraction. If you accept that premise, and then think about situations typically regarded as peaceful, they kind of aren’t.
Beaches and resorts and hotels - lots of people and noise.
Woods and hiking - less people, sure, but still the wind blowing through the trees and maybe the rush of water in a nearby river or waterfall.
Anywhere in a city - self explanatory.
No, deserts are peaceful because they’re empty.
No people to chatter about, no structures to tower over you, no cars passing, no ac units rumbling - even the wind is silent because it has nothing to brush up against in order to create noise.
It’s almost as if, standing in the middle of a desert, your mind is as open and vulnerable is your body. Nowhere to hide. No one to impress or disappoint. You can be honest with yourself.
If we’re honest with ourselves - I mean really honest - then we discover truths that are difficult to share. We are hesitant to express ourselves because doing so would risk offending, alienating, or disturbing people we care about.
We can’t stay in the desert forever. Sooner or later, we have to live. And we can’t live there. But I think there is a place for the desert in our lives - it can make us better. Help us dig deeper, and find more meaning in our lives.
Jesus spent 40 days in the desert. Israel spent 40 years. There is a time and a place to wander. If that is where you are at - take heart. You are in good company.
New video work out (not workout! 😜) for @jeremycampofficial and his new song “Still Alive” - thanks @jonnnyblue for getting dirty and sunburnt for it! ;)
Whatever I expected turning 36 would feel like, this is more.
It seems like every year is filled with more goodness than the last in so many ways. Even the challenges Jess and I face can so often look like blessings in disguise when viewed in retrospect.
The years I think of most fondly tend to be the ones in which we had things to overcome. Things to learn. Opportunities to grow. The years that were easier.... I don’t remember much about those.
After 36 years I think the people in my life are what I cherish the most. Jess and Grey and Winnie are the best family I could ask for. The rest of my family and Jess’s - all our friends - people we get to walk with through life for a long time or short time - these are the treasures of a life well lived.
Feeling grateful for 36 amazing years and here’s to hopefully quite a few more. ;) Thanks @brittbremnes for capturing this awesome photo of us in Costa Rica this spring!
OLD SOULS // I got myself a motorcycle again! 1979 Honda cb400. After my last bike (triumph bonneville) volunteered as tribute so I could get my first cinema camera, I haven’t had a motorcycle for a few years, and I’ve been wanting to get one again. ⠀
This thing is ratty and stripped down and just rad. I like that it’s obviously seen some action. I like that it’s got a few bruises. I like that it’s seen some modifications and upgrades and downgrades and then simplification. I like that it’s almost as if through 40 years of wear and tear, it just shed anything it didn’t need, embraced its imperfections, and leaned into knowing what it is, and what it’s not. ⠀
I love people who are this way too. I find myself drawn to the person who has obviously seen a lot in life, but doesn’t feel the need to talk about it until you ask. The person who has all kinds of wisdom, but doesn’t have an emotional need to display it. The person who has a gentle wordless smile that gives you the impression there’s a whole lot they could say but they are content to listen. ⠀
We sometimes call this having an “old soul”. I think that’s an interesting and beautiful way to think about it. ⠀
Maybe I’m projecting too much humanity onto this bike, but that’s what it makes me think of. ⠀
They say everything we see around us is a reflection of how we see ourselves - so maybe this says more about what kind of person I’d like to be than anything else. ⠀
It seems like the steps to being this kind of bike are fairly straightforward. ⠀
1. You do not have to stick to your original programming. You can grow and adapt. ⠀
2. Sometimes the best adaptations are losing things that you used to have, or that others thought were best for you. ⠀
3. Sometimes growing means carrying less, not adding more. ⠀
4. Sometimes bumps and bruises can add up to something more interesting and beautiful than perfection. ⠀
5. Joy is light. Sometimes shedding unnecessary bits and bobs leads to a more joyful, dare-I-day-fun existence. ⠀
Hmm. That was an unexpected ramble. ⠀
Maybe I really do like this bike.