SNAPSHOTS.

Focus doesn’t look the same for everyone. Some people define it by how close they get to a bullseye. Others measure it in the quiet discipline of showing up, day after day, with steady hands and a clear sense of purpose. No matter the approach, staying “on target” has less to do with perfection and more to do with alignment. When I’m behind the camera, I’m reminded of that constantly. A great shot isn’t an accident — it’s the result of slowing down, blocking out the noise, an

Long before bluegrass echoed through the hills of Kentucky and Tennessee, its earliest notes were already traveling across oceans. The fiddles, reels, jigs, and laments of Irish and Scottish immigrants didn’t stay confined to the old world — they came ashore with the people who carried them, settling deep into the Appalachian mountains where new lives were being built. Those melodies didn’t stay untouched. They mixed with African rhythms, gospel harmonies, work songs, and the

Some events don’t need big productions or flashy stages to feel memorable — they just need good music, good people, and a place to bring them together. This weekend at the Aquatseli Bluegrass Festival, all of that came together under a wide Tennessee sky. The soundscape alone was worth the trip: banjos ringing, fiddles weaving melodies through the park, harmonies rising and falling like they were stitched into the humidity. And while the music carried everything forward, the