An Open Letter to Eves

Originally published on March 2, 2012 on a previous blog.

The past six years have been exciting on many levels. Meghann and I moved to East Nashville, home to many a musician, artist, and a host of delicious local restaurants.

We traveled to Italy, Guatemala, and Amsterdam. I co-produced two jazz records. Mollie was born and numerous other great events and milestones.

Also, six years ago, I started my photography business. Early on, I only photographed places and things, intentionally bypassing people. The thought of photographing people intimidated me. I didn't know how to do it, and I didn't want to do it.

Luckily, that was a short-lived intimidation because today I can think of nothing more interesting to photograph than people. And I'm thrilled that I've been able to photograph all kinds of people from all walks of life in several countries. Crossing vast age groups, professions, and other democratic backgrounds, it's been quite fulfilling to look back at portraits from recent years. In the US – and I presume around the world – females comprise a vast majority of photography purchases made, and it's a safe assumption that nearly 90% of the people I photograph are females.

Grooms definitely factor into the equation plus the occasional male executive or actor, musician, or model, but they're the exception to the rule. In short, when considering my lovely wife, obviously a female, my beautiful daughter, my long list of female clients and even our dog Sundae, also a female, I live in a land of women, and I'm certainly okay with that.

Given that proportion, I've just discovered that this multifaceted and mysterious gender has distinct commonalities when it comes to her photographic wishes, insecurities, and reactions. From the professional model to the girl next door, I hear the same comments and concerns voiced by practically all of the women I've been fortunate to photograph, and it is from this perspective that I'd like to send this encouraging Open Letter to Eves, the much fairer gender than we Adams.

So to Eve's everywhere, with the utmost respect.

  • Femininity is the pinnacle of all creation. Ponder that for a moment. The Creator saved the very best for last, completing creation with Eve. 

  • Your shape and figure are astounding and proof lies throughout art history (art that openly depicts curves), photographic history (remember those great photos from the 1940s and 1950s when “normal” was size 12), and the gazillion dollar intimate apparel industry celebrating the adornment of your form? Think about it. When was the last time you saw a Victor's secret store? 

  • It's less about what you have or don't have and more about how you feel about it – or what you do with it.

  • Confidence is sexiest. I didn't say sexier I said “sexiest” … most sexy. As in, nothing is more sexy than confidence.

  • True beauty comes from within. So being on The Bachelor might seem like every man's dream – dozens of beautiful women vying for one man's affections. It really is difficult for a man to watch because most of those girls are flat out mean, conniving, bitchy, and unbearable. It's painful actually. Remember, you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.

  • Embrace your post-20s years. There's more to come after age 29. So much more: More confidence, more joy, more fulfillment, more independence, more success, more challenges you've overcome, more richness. Fine wine ages slowly over time. I promise you'll prefer to relive your 30s much more than you think about reliving your 20s.

  • Hips are beautiful. Other curves are too. They’re part of what makes you a woman, and they're what make your jeans fit so well and therefore look good, right? Why yes – yes they are. Okay?

  • Runway models are essentially walking hangers Do you really want that kind of figure straight flat and winery they're selling clothes not a picture of ideal health and wellness

  • Aveeno girls are far more interesting and attractive than Playboy bunnies. Image link intentionally withheld.

  • Please please please look at your smile and the love between you and others in a photo before looking at your trouble area. As a photographer I attest that every type of Eve I photographed goes for the trouble area first. Every type, including the type that others aspire to.

  • If you think you don't look good in pictures that's likely why you end up not looking good in pictures. Remember the early statement about confidence.

  • Crow's feet are sexy. They’re laughter tracks signs of a happy life.

  • Everybody ages. Sun bunnies age even faster. Rock a fashionable hat and sunscreen. SPF = Such a Perfect Friend

  • Mona Lisa is quite homely by society’s beauty standards today. But that mystic smile and those mysterious eyes make up for it. And they've made her famous for centuries.

  • It's obvious who is more interesting to watch during a couple's dance. Admit it: even you ladies watch the female dancers more than the male dancers.

  • Everybody has issues – even people you think are “perfect.” This is the same person. On the left is a photo of her dolled up by a stylist both hair and makeup and heavily retouched. On the right is a clean face, no makeup, no hair, no nothing. All that differs is the presence of a stylist or four, retouching, and a confident presence of mind.

  • Every body has issues. This isn't a repeat statement. See the difference?

  • Worry ages you rapidly; smiles cause less wrinkles than frowns and scowls. Laugh, smile, radiate. If you're happy and you know it, tell your face.

  • Looking through several beauty boards on Pinterest, I see mostly superficial, cosmetic hair ideas and few internal joy and happiness ideas. Who's willing to step up and start reversing that trend?

  • When you've looked at vintage photos and wondered about those models’ tiny waists, remember that corsets and other shapewear were en vogue then. They're en vogue again. Now ask your man what he really thinks about those undergarments, and more importantly, what's inside them. You'll be pleasantly surprised.

  • And finally, pretty is everywhere, presence is everything. Read that again. Slowly. “Pretty is everywhere. Presence is everything.” Be yourself. You're the only one who can do that.

Respectfully, 

One Adam, hopefully speaking for a world of others.

P.S. Can I get an amen fellas?

Umbrella: A Rainy Day Reflection

This event occurred in Spring 2001 and first published publicly on a previous blog.

Outside a trendy natural food market, I munch on a natural, organic lunch that satisfies the palette and somewhat reaffirms the idea of eating well. The reflections hearken back to an hour or so before this healthy helping. Absent-mindedly, I start my car only to remember that I forgot my reading materials for today’s solitary satiating. The sky is blue. Next, I find myself in my car again–minutes later–with the reading material and raindrops speckling my Old Navy-special shirt. The sky is still blue, but it’s raining. How odd.

Fast forward to this moment now. Seated at a patio table with a panoramic view of parking lots filled with every car imaginable…from a rusty blue VW bus to a snazzy, black SUV. I dig into my massive slice of “healthy” pizza and a cup of soup du jour (roasted red pepper and corn chowder). The sky grays then soaks this panorama with rain. Shoppers scurry across the pavement wondering why they could possibly need an umbrella on a sunny, blue-sky day. Truthfully, it’s rather amusing. It’s only water, I chuckle. That’s easy for me to say, tucked nicely under a covered patio. You’ve gotta try this soup!

Something about the rain stirred my soul to move the pen. What is that something? Is it the years of repressed reflections running over? Is it my natural smugness to the nouveau-riche as they run in the rain? Only God knows. At times I wish I knew my heart so well, but then again, maybe I’d be frightened out of my mind. Hey, lady, the rain stopped; put down your umbrella. Pretty funny.

In only a few minutes, the rain clouds cooled the air and washed it clean. We all know that aroma after a steady Spring rain; there’s nothing quite like it.

I rarely see such diversity of people in this upper-middle-class vanilla part of town. In a sweeping glance here, you can see white collar and blue collar, soccer moms and earth mommas, teens and the aged, bathed and un-bathed, western and eastern, straight and non-straight, bearded and clean-shaven, just and unjust. And the rain is falling (again) on all of them, er, us. I’m in there somewhere.

In church lingo, we say that God “pours” His blessings on us….that He “showers” us with His love. Much like this rain that waters the earth that grows the grain that feeds the just and the unjust. Sadly, though, there’s life-giving water soaking the lifeless streets and parking lots where man and auto trample it without regard. There’s so much water to make it “OK,” I guess. Even more sad.

Yet that’s how we treat God’s blessings and love. We are so inundated with God’s blessing and love that we’ve become familiar. This familiarity has bred contempt. Made to wonder, we’re prone to wander. Yes, we. All of us. You. Me. Them. The Just. And the Unjust. Only a God as big as Jehovah God would generate such grace and love and blessing as this–even when He knows we’ll likely disregard it. Only Jehovah God would shower the world with boundless love even though He knows we’ll walk through life under an umbrella of self.

I’ll remember this the next time I see an umbrella blown outward by a strong, swirling wind. Maybe that’s God’s way of breaking through our self, as if to say “I’m gonna love you and bless you whether you want me to or not!”

My soup is gone, and the pizza is now cold. What a lunch. Hey, lady, it’s raining again; put down your umbrella.

Excavation of the Soul

Whilst digging a new landscaping bed, the dig was delayed multiple times with shovel tip slamming into hard, heavy, unwelcome, out-of-place objects. I simply wanted to dig a landscaping bed for pollinator flowers, shrubs, and vegetables. Life-giving goodness from the dirt.

In order for that new life to grow well, these hard, heavy, unwelcome, out-of-place objects that someone else put there had to be removed. Some were minor; some were rather large and heavy.

Together, they provide a powerful metaphor of healing.

Trauma isn't what happens TO you; trauma is what happens IN you. Trauma creates hard, heavy, unwelcome, out-of-place objects that someone else put there.

Healing awaits, often involving dirt, sweat, and support to lift a rock or three.

Here’s that bed a few months later – full of life.

Dance = Motion + Emotion

Dance = Motion + Emotion

This magical formula is evident fully from the wings back stage.

Joy
Support
Nervousness
Fear
Bravery
Uncertainty
Determination
Distress
Revelry
Surrender

Audience sees some of that, especially Joy.

Here’s a sampling of all that from Fellowship School of Creative Arts Spring 2026 recital including an adapted Coppéllia shot from the wings.