A new week and it’s back to the grind for us. We’ve had two weeks of company, friends and family both coming in over holiday vacations, and so our daily routine has been anything but routine. It’s so hard to get back into the swing of things once you’ve been
This past weekend I finally got to attempt taking some family photos of my friends. Of course, as often happens, things still didn’t go quite to plan. It was far too hot and muggy to take their newborn out to the lake area, and the sky was darkening with storm
(So this post turned out a little different. I typically write the whole thing in one sitting at the beginning of the week. But this time I ended up writing a little each day and my mood was so different each time that I turned it into a daily diary
Last Friday our Instagram page was invited to participate in a Follow Friday for the first time. We were accompanied by 4 other wonderful photographers from different parts of the world, all highlighting each other to our followers. Because of this our account finally hit 300 followers. Watching our follower numbers on
You know, I’ve never really considered myself a fanboy of anything, at least not in the typical sense. I’ve certainly gushed over certain things or become slightly obsessed with a particular singer or director or actor, but it’s never crossed this line of fanaticism that I see in modern culture.
When we started Fable’d Studios, one of the chief goals was to tell others our story. This personal blog series is my attempt at doing that. Sometimes we have so much going on that it feels like sitting down to focus on one or two aspects of all we have
The thing I’ve always loved about photography was its ability to convey so much of a story in a mere snapshot. A great picture says so much about the people, places and things within it. It creates a mood and atmosphere that takes the viewer somewhere, and that is such a special
One of my fondest memories involves a cobblestone street, a crisp, cool breeze and a handful of strawberries so fresh and so ripe they looked plastic. My wife and I were in Venice, Italy, horribly jetlagged and wide-eyed amidst the pure majesty of what we were beholding. But I’m getting