Photography Blog

Winter Nocturne

04 Feb 2016, Posted by P.J. Oswald in Places

The unthinkable had happened.

It was 8:00 p.m. on the 23rd of December. All three kids were asleep, all presents were wrapped, and the house was clean and ready for guests. I could have puttered around the house with a fool’s errand of further cleaning, but instead, I asked my wife if I could head out for some nighttime photography. I didn’t quite know what response to expect in light of our usual stressful rush to the Christmas Day finish line. She might tell me to scrub the toilet — again. I held my breath.

She said “yes”, with her own sigh of relief. She was secretly hoping to kick back, watch a show and do her nails.

It was 8:05 p.m. on the 23rd of December, and I was on the road.


Surveying Doton’s Cove

28 Jan 2016, Posted by P.J. Oswald in People, Places

My mountain bike rides usually begin with an early morning.

I tell myself (and others) that I like to ride before the heat of the full sun can beat me down. Heck, I even say that in the wintertime. But in reality, my nerves are an alarm that wakes me up early as if to say, “If you’re going to get maimed, lose your way, or have a blast, you might as well get a move on.”

And so I start my rides with an early morning … and this guy.


One Leaf Short of Lucky

19 Jan 2016, Posted by P.J. Oswald in People, Things

My little girl is special. Of course, yours is too, because we parents are supposed to shout from the rooftops that our little ladies are one-of-a-kind. But honestly now—how many lucky little American girls have explored the quays of Dublin almost as soon as they could walk?


You’ve got several options when planning an elopement ’round here. Visit the County Clerk Recorder’s Office for a quick civil ceremony. Or if you’re looking for a bit more pizzazz, cross the Nevada state line to visit one of the many purpose-built wedding chapels. Officiants are standing by 24/7 to perform your nuptials on-demand, you know. However, if you’re aiming for an unforgettable elopement, follow the cross-country trail blazed by my new friends Tara and Dusty at the Ferrari-Carano Winery Vineyards.