Father Matthias Heppel

Father Heppel is a traditional Catholic priest from Germany. I Had the opportunity to make this photograph of him with two of his farm animals.





Saint Joseph Weeps

Remains of an old Catholic church in Tontitown, Arkansas. Tontitown was settled by Italian settlers in 1898. The church is historically significant especially because it was constructed by the parishioners. Some of the parishioners still have in their possession the original molds used to fashion the hand made blocks. For years the decision to destroy or restore the landmark was steeped in debate as the building continued to deteriorate.  In December of 2017 the church was destroyed except for the bell tower.



Mennonite Modesty

On a warm sunny afternoon in March I came upon these ladies at Lake Fayetteville who graciously allowed me to make their portrait. How refreshing it is to be surprised by modesty when you least expect it.


Front Yard Circus

When the grandchildren come to visit our yard is transformed into a circus. The good thing - it is free and no travel involved.








Wild Skies

After a storm passed I went for a walk and caught sight of these cloud formations that quickly dissipated.  Like music, clouds can form a backdrop and influence my mood.





The Silent People

An overcast Saturday morning in October found a group of people on a pilgrimage to the Shrine of Our Lady of The Ozarks near Winslow, Arkansas.  Next to the Catholic Church and Shrine is a gift shop not associated with the church or Shrine.  In a field next to the gift shop stood another group of people - a little sign indicated that this group of inanimates  was an art exhibit called “The Silent People”.  I found the juxtaposition of the exhibit with the pilgrimage surreal and a little unsettling.


The Cycling Monk

For several years my wife and I visited a near by monastery.  After Mass we would sometimes picnic at the suspended bridge.  I have made numerous photographs at the bridge.  On this particular morning I was about to make an exposure when I looked up to see a monk stopped at the apex of the bridge.  We both paused momentarily and then he swiftly glided by.  I raised my camera and made one exposure. There was no time to ask permission.  If they should ever see this photograph I will find out if it was permissible. It has been said that it is sometimes easier to get forgiveness than permission.