As I was preparing this blog post, I received a tragic call telling me that one of my friends passed away this morning. His name was Davy Crockett (yes....just like the American folk hero we grew up singing about), and it is only fitting to honor is life with this post. Davy was healthy, vibrate, adventurous, and one of the most beautiful souls you could ever have the pleasure of encountering. His passing is sudden and tragic, and my heart goes out to his bride of 1 year, Charlotte. Though my heart is broken from this news, my hope is in God, and I believe I will see him again someday. But for now, I would like to dedicate this post, and these images to my friend, Davy Crockett.
I grew up thinking that Davy was family; he was always at our family gatherings, and I had no reason to think otherwise. He's been at every Christmas Eve that I can remember. Gosh...I can vividly remember those Christmas Eve's in the late 80s- Davy in his Christmas sweaters, walking in with his 3 inch binder filled with Vineyard worship music, and that curly blond surfer haircut that was within 1-inch of being considered a mullet. Before I was allowed to open my presents, we would sing Happy Birthday to Jesus, and then Davy would lead us in worship.
It wasn't until my senior year of high school that I developed my own relationship with Davy. My brother, Wes, moved into his Wrightsville Beach home, which was the perfect excuse for me and my friends to visit often. Every Sunday night, we would arrive at Davy's, flooding his living room floor with teenage bodies, and keeping him up through all the hours of the night. Davy never once asked us to keep it down, he delighted in our youthfulness, and joined in the fun. Throughout the next 3 years, from Memorial Day through Labor Day, we stayed at Davy's. During this period of my life, Davy and I would have sunset chats beside Johnny Mercer pier. He encouraged me to pursue my dream of photography, and he inspired me by his life of adventure. Just a couple of weeks ago, Davy was deep sea diving with his wife, yet again inspiring me by his underwater photography and a life well lived.
The reason why I find it appropriate to tie Davy's story with the images below is that it has been 8 years since our entire family had our pictures taken. Those pictures, all edited in B&W, were taken at the beach by Davy Crockett. They hang proudly on our walls. As I was editing the pictures below, I had not yet heard the tragic news about Davy, but I felt in my heart to edit all of the images in B&W. Now, as I browse through them, I can see Davy honored in each and every one of them.