Photography Blog

Wedding Day in the Woods

10 Sep 2015, Posted by P.J. Oswald in Weddings

My wife and I dropped off our kids at the in-laws’ house just after the break of dawn that Sunday morning. Even though it was early, we hustled back to the car with nervous energy and jumped in. We exchanged a knowing look — as well as a gulp. This was going to be a special day for so many reasons. (more…)

Behind Bars

08 Sep 2015, Posted by P.J. Oswald in Things

I feel a twinge of remorse when I see a dog without a job. That’s probably because I contribute to my own dog’s lack of gainful employment. Most home-dwelling American dogs are living far from the fields and farms where they were bred to thrive.


One Last Dive

01 Sep 2015, Posted by P.J. Oswald in People, Places

If you’ve read any of my other stories of Hawaii, you’ll know that water and I are not the best of friends. And yet I continue to find myself riding boats that speed me out to the depths of the ocean for snorkeling. Chalk it up to peer pressure. Or my forgetfulness!


Smartphone Saturday: My Little Delinquent

29 Aug 2015, Posted by P.J. Oswald in People

Who has time to edit photos and write quirky stories behind them anyway? Well, I do, and often on weekdays. Not on Saturdays though. Smartphone Saturdays are for simple, unedited photos from my phone that give you a peek at my life.

Today’s photo is a wintertime image of my little guy William looking guilty. The impish smile on his face is enough to convince you that he probably tagged this wall himself. His posture is enough to convince you that he’s either on time out or doing hard time. Thankfully, the reality is that his smile makes him look guilty far more often than he actually is. He’s also got a handsome smile, and we’ll just have to practice using that one a bit more before those grade school LifeTouch portraits, won’t we?

And nope, I can’t tell you what “POFO” means. You’ll just have to ask my little delinquent.

Lady Love

28 Aug 2015, Posted by P.J. Oswald in People

There are days where your love story is difficult to remember.

You know the days I’m talking about; Under the weight of picking up and dropping off kids, a bulging social calendar, and the steady decay of my brain, it can be tricky to recall that there was a time that all I thought about was the girl that is my wife. It isn’t that I don’t see my wife enough on these days, or that we don’t talk, for we are often crawling in the trenches of parenthood together. It is that the whirlwind of life relentlessly tosses distractions that keep us pursuing everything but each other.

These two days in Oregon were nothing like that. (more…)