A Full Triangle


Cody + Anna,

It seems like it was yesterday that I was shooting your maternity photos!  But oh my goodness.  Those blue eyes.  Seeing you interact with each other, and with Taylor, showed me something…this was a safe place.  A place of joy.  A triangle full of compassion, love, and fun.  Taylor is one lucky girl to have you as parents.  I know she’ll add to your smiles and laughter.

The three of you, together, will create a more complete home. <3




“The three of you, together, will create a more complete home.”

Behind Picture Frames


Billy + Brittany,

Oh how I could just keep staring at that sweet, little face.  Addison was such a sweetheart and she looked like a princess…she’s got Dad’s nose and Mom’s lips.  Even though she started getting tired, she was a trooper and played hard until the end.  I’ve got to be honest and just say…your family of 3 looks like it belongs behind a picture frame.  I love the laid-back feel to your images…grass fields, trees, and Texas love.  It doesn’t get any better than that.

I’m so glad I got to spend time with you out there along those paths.  I can’t wait to see Addison grow…




“Grass fields, trees, and Texas love.”

Life’s Precious Times


Cody + Anna,

It was such a fun day shooting you two.  You were such a doll in your polka dot shirt and boots, Anna.  I couldn’t help but smile as I watched Cody making you laugh.  So many times I would catch you just grinning at each other, whether or not I was taking your picture.   When your baby girl makes her appearance, I know she will witness the love her parents have for each other.  And she will feel it, too.

Thank you for letting me be the one to record such a precious time in your lives.  I look forward to meeting little Taylor…




“…she will witness the love her parents have for each other.”

Sonogram In A Stocking


David + Crissy,

Congratulations!  I was so excited for you when you told me you were expecting!  I remember saying “you better call me when you get pregnant so I can do your session.”  It’s here!  You looked beautiful, Crissy.  You were rocking those red nails and boots.  Both of you were so excited when we met for this shoot.  It was an adventure, that’s for sure.  I loved hearing the story of how David proposed at that gazebo during the holidays.  It must have felt a bit surreal to be standing there, now married with a baby on the way.  But I’m glad I got to be there and observe the moment.

We’ve joked that a “Plan B” always happens during our sessions.  But it’s true that they always turn out best!  Just like on this day…when we randomly pulled over underneath a bridge and went exploring through a grass field and mounds of rock.  Between the dogs running crazy all over the place, and my feet getting stuck in the mud, there was plenty of laughter.  And those bandanas you had them wear…Spanner and Bailey were stupid cute.  ;)

Your little family of 4 is growing and I can’t wait to watch it happen…





“…exploring through a grass field and mounds of rock.”

You Rose From The Ashes



When I first met you, you shared an idea you’ve had for some time.  You wanted to portray the internal battle you go through, and many others, while dealing with PTSD.  I still remember how you said it.  You told me sometimes you just want to rip your clothes off and be alone…to completely shed everything and unveil the underlying layer.  What stuck with me most from that conversation over coffee, was the moment you said “sometimes I don’t even want to be in my own skin.”  I want you to know something.  In that moment, through your transparency, I watched you shed your skin.  You let me see a side of you that no one else had.  Thank you.  I’ll never take that for granted.  Helping you finally turn your vision into a very real image, after all this time, means more to me than I can put into words.  You trusted me with this project, but what speaks louder is your trust in handing over these fragments of yourself.  But don’t worry…they’re safe.

Have I told you lately I’m in awe?  I sit back and look at you, and I’m in awe of your determination to survive.  I’m in awe of the grace that surrounds you, that could only come from God.  When your humvee was hit by an IED on April 7, 2007, you were the only one to survive.  You rolled out that morning with your coffee, not knowing what was waiting for you.  The four men sitting with you in that humvee took their last ride that day.  But you made it.  You are a survivor.  Yet just as this image shows, you are a man.  Flesh and blood.  You’re enduring the fragility of life and human emotion.  As a reminder?  You kept your blood-stained belt from that day.  And I’m so glad we included it.  I think it tells a story by itself…with all those memories soaked into its fibers.

You once told me a certain song hits you pretty hard whenever you hear it.  “I Drive Your Truck” by Lee Brice.  So I want to tell you, that while I edited this portrait, I had it on repeat.  Just playing on a loop for hours.  The words became real and their weight fell on me as I sat there.

You rose from the ashes.




“I Don’t Want To Be In My Own Skin”


“I Drive Your Truck” by Lee Brice

 “Eighty-Nine Cents in the ash tray
Half empty bottle of Gatorade rolling in the floorboard
That dirty Braves cap on the dash
Dog tags hangin’ from the rear view…
People got their ways of coping
Oh, and I’ve got mine

I drive your truck
I roll every window down
And I burn up
Every back road in this town
I find a field, I tear it up
Til all the pain’s a cloud of dust
Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck

And momma asked me this morning
If I’d been by your grave
But that flag and stone ain’t where I feel you anyway
I drive your truck…”

Heartstrings + Music Sheets



Your eyes light up when you talk about music.  But not just any music–your vision and dreams for the future.  I’ve seen you get so excited and completely lost in your words, that you run out of breath.  And that’s rare.  I’ve heard you sing and play guitar for a few years now, so I was thrilled to shoot these images for your album.  Helping you pull this off was a privilege, and it was seriously a blast.  We worked against the clock…the Texas heat definitely came with a vengence that day.  But thanks to our drinks and that fresh pineapple, we were able to keep things rolling.  And how could I forget our last-minute shots by the field, with a few minutes left of Golden Hour.  Those made for some of the best shots.  (Funny how that happens!)  But, if I had to choose a favorite moment from your session at the river, it was when you pulled the folded letter from your guitar case and let me read it.  The fact that you carry this sweet letter from your younger sister said more to me about the heart and soul of your music, than anything else.  After all, that’s what’s behind all of us–what we value at the core will naturally find its way out if we let it.  And that’s exactly what you’re doing.

You’ve been working so hard on this project, and your dedication is paying off.  I’m proud of you, Rick.  Everyone in your life is cheering for you, and we all want to see you succeed.  But above all, I want you to be happy!  Keep chasing!





“This is what my heart sounds like.”




Thank you for your service, and for having heart to overcome and conquer. Many faces of you are captured in these images, Henline. Some are raw, precious moments. Others are fun and candid. Yet all are flawfless reflections of you.

Thank you for allowing me to witness all of it–all of you.




History and Heroes website: http://www.historyandheroes.org/aboutUs.html
Operation Red Wings: http://www.navy.mil/moh/mpmurphy/soa.html

Death Smiled At Me



September 28, 2011.  That was the day it all changed.  And that, I believe, was the turning point which catapulted you in the direction of your purpose.  You know what I enjoyed most from the day I photographed you?  It was the way you just…unfolded.  I remember you telling me you would avoid doing stuff like this, because it was uncomfortable.  But when I talked to you about it, you didn’t even hesitate.  Neither of us were exactly sure what to expect when I started shooting.  But as I continually clicked, you just opened up.  Instead of probing you like I was some journalist, or interviewing you with run-of-the-mill questions, your memories just took control.  I remember you telling me “it happened so fast” and that you thought you were blind from the blast.  Turns out, it was just the dirt covering your glasses…those same glasses you slid back on in front of me…with the original dirt still caked in place.  You stared right through me, and into the scene of your accident in Afghanistan.

As I edited your images, I quickly saw the spectrum of human emotion written all over your face.  Even though I was continuously shooting, I would lock onto you through the lens.  I hardly remember holding my camera that day.  And you know what’s funny?  You weren’t even trying.  You’d go from serious and reliving a moment from when you got injured, to laughing as you’d share a funny story about your comrades or your process of healing on the basketball court at the Center for the Intrepid.  You confidently and proudly switched out your prosthetic legs to show them off and demonstrate how they worked.  And I’ll tell you…you wear them well.  Keep kicking butt as you pursue your degree in Physical Therapy!

Thank you for being brave.  And for letting me see you–heart, skin, and soul.   You are titanium.





Rick’s website: http://www.rickguerreromusic.com/