SNAPSHOTS.

There are moments behind the camera where the scene stops being just a scene. The light shifts, something familiar looks different, and suddenly you’re aware that what you’re photographing carries more history than you can fit into a single frame. That’s what happened here. The sun dropped low and cut through the stripes at just the right angle, and it hit me how much weight a simple piece of cloth can carry. Not because the flag is perfect, not because it’s beyond criticism,

Dandridge, Tennessee isn’t your average small town. It’s one of those places where the history isn’t tucked away in a museum — it’s woven into the streets, the buildings, even the way people talk about their community. Named after Martha Dandridge Washington, our nation’s first First Lady, it stands as Tennessee’s second-oldest town. And when the Scots-Irish Festival comes around, that history doesn’t just sit quietly in the background — it steps out into the open. Walking th

Rust Hall has always had a presence in Overton Park. Even if you didn’t attend the Memphis College of Art, you knew the building — those Mid-Century modern lines, the way it sat tucked among the trees, the creative energy that seemed to spill out of every studio window. For decades, it was a home for painters, sculptors, designers, dreamers… a place where the city’s next wave of artists learned to see the world differently. Now it’s entering its next chapter. Construction cre