My youngest. The one who actually lets me take his picture.

I have no favorite children. But I do photograph one of them more than the others – primarily because he lets me. My oldest son has been camera shy for as long as I can remember, always running away when he saw me pull out my gear.

My daughter has become less comfortable having her picture taken since she began middle school. I’m sure it’s just a phase. Not that she won’t let me make a picture of her, but she has expressed that she’s not okay with candid photographs. I guess she has an image to maintain now or something.

But my youngest is still oblivious to the camera. He just lives life, full of joy and confidence. He doesn’t run away, he doesn’t ham it up. He pretty much just ignores it – which is exactly how I prefer to photograph my children.

I’ll enjoy it while it lasts.

I made a picture while sitting in my car and I almost cried.

It’s been a dry year for my creativity. In some ways, I feel like I’ve forgotten how to even be creative. I’ve barely picked up my camera for personal use. And when I have, I’ve approached every subject with stagnant perspective, photographing not only the same things but also in the same way. It’s boring. I’m bored.

I’m currently waiting on two projects I shot over the spring and summer to be published in national magazines and I need a creative refresh, a new project, something to inspire me.

All of this has sort of been circling around in my head for a few years, but sitting alone in my car while the rain trickled on the windshield, it really resonated.

That’s when I made this picture…and my eyes began tearing up.

Why? Why so emotional over such a seemingly innocuous photograph? I guess it was because I saw something interesting to me and I decided to make a picture of it. I can’t tell you how rare that has become this year. Oh, I snap plenty of pictures of my kids, but they’re just that – snapshots. Creativity not required.

After the above image, I began making other photos from the driver’s seat in my car as my eyes readjusted to this rediscovered concept of creative thinking. They may not be anything stellar to anyone else, but they represent something much more meaningful to me.

Downtown

I recently took a photo walk in the downtown area of where I live. It’s no metropolis, but it has a lot of interesting and unique elements that catch the eye. Most importantly, I was completely alone and that was perhaps more needed than the creative outlet.

I plan to go back soon and see what other hidden gems I can uncover.