What Matters Most

As I moved through the images I shot during the strange hazy days of these San Diego wildfires, I found this one of our terrific neighbors, Vince and his son Eddie. (Jen, Eddie's mom, isn't pictured. But, sickeningly, she's terrific too.)

It struck me that this photograph told the story I'd been hearing from everyone I talked to during the fires in a way that was more eloquent than words.

You often don't get to hear your friends and neighbors speaking earnestly, casually, about the things that matter most in their lives - unless there are several shots of tequila involved.

A shared tragedy of this magnitude changes all that. It's perhaps the one silver lining in the cloud of smoke.


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I am a writer and lazy artist who loves travel, architecture and design. Right now, I'm into photography. My fabulous husband (a.k.a. The Varmint) and I are also the principals of a San Diego-based creative agency - and new parents to the divine Baby Mak. Read More >