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Preamble:  It is with a very heavy heart to write that Ken, the man in these photographs, passed on today.  I’ve always thought of my being a photographer as akin to being an historian as much as an artist.  Today I feel privileged to have immortalized this man and his son with these photographs.  Ken’s life has gone far beyond these visual constraints and he will continue to influence the world through the coming ages because he was such an amazing man.  The heaviness in my heart is lightened thinking about Ken’s touch on our world and makes me think of a child’s lost yellow balloon floating up against the blue sky.

While I’m sure there’s a lot going on in the mind of a baby, I can’t claim to remember a single moment from that time in my life. My childhood memories, however, are crystal clear and almost completely revolve around aircraft and flying. If I hadn’t been blessed with bad eyesight, I would have joined the ranks of Maverick, Iceman, Chappy Sinclair and Doug Masters as an ace fighter jet pilot slipping the surly bonds of earth and dancing on laughter-silvered wings. There was literally nothing of greater importance to me than flying. I remember being enveloped by awe when my father Jim told stories from his days traveling the globe as a loadmaster on a C-130 Hercules in the Air Force while he drove me to the Experimental Aircraft Association and to the end of the local airport’s runway to watch planes land and take off. It was through my father that I met his co-worker Mark and his father Ken Corbett. Ken was a pilot for the Wisconsin Department of Natural Resources and Lunda Construction.

My parents tell me that when I was a baby they loaded me and my sister Sara on a MD80 jetliner to fly from Oshkosh, Wisconsin, to Kansas City, Kansas, to visit my mother Vickie’s family in Marquette and Wilson, Kansas. As stated I was too young to remember it and I don’t consider that my first flight. Since memories are the very core of our existence, my first flight happened because of Ken Corbett when I was 10 years old in his Cessna 185 Skywagon II. Taxiing down the taxiway at Oshkosh’s Wittman Airport the day of my first flight, sitting in the co-pilot seat, feeling more anticipation than I’d ever felt is a moment I’ll never forget and continues to influence everything I am as a person. A lot happened in my mind as we bounced and jostled toward the runway. I was so overwhelmed that I almost re-live that moment more clearly in my thoughts than when I was actually there! Ken’s hands gently gripped the controls. I looked up and saw the sun dancing through the distorted plexiglass, illuminating his beautifully weathered face while he radioed the tower for clearance to take off. I remember the smell of decades of flight that the old Skywagon had been through as Ken pushed the throttle to full and we lunged forward down the runway. The world around me was squeaking, jumping, jostling, vibrating and shaking until Ken pulled the wheel back and suddenly the world went smooth and silent as we soared upwards toward heaven.

It was such an honor to be able to visit my hometown recently of Oshkosh, Wisconsin to photograph Ken and Mark together with their aircraft. The Cessna 185 Skywagon II on the left is the very plane that took me for my first flight.  Mark’s Champion Citabria is on the right.

Here’s our 2nd photoshoot with Flashes of Hope at Children’s Hospital Los Angeles.  I admittedly felt a bit exploitative posting these photographs on our blog.  I almost didn’t for this reason but felt not doing so would have been a disservice for these children….I hope to inspire people viewing these photographs to donate anything they can to help photograph other children with Cancer for their families.  After our first shoot, I was sent a note from one of the mothers of a child we photographed.  She wrote “She loved posing and her beauty is breathtaking – her real soul comes through.  These pictures will always help me remember how far we have come and that even in her darkest times, she is just a child, a beautiful child.”  Please visit Flashes of Hope to send any donation you can.  Everyone involved that makes these shoots happen does so on a volunteer basis.  The families receive prints of every photograph we capture of their child.

One half of my life as a photographer is with weddings, the other half is doing commercial work.  It’s amazing how each side makes such a positive creative impact on the other.  I’ve been fortunate to have had numerous editorial publications, billboards and even album covers.  Here’s some recent work that I was commissioned to do.  One thing I really like with my commercial photography is the freedom to diversify my work for each individual.  As you’ll see below, theses photographs each have a very specific character that fits each individual being photographed.  The first photograph is of fellow photographer Art Streiber.  Art photographs covers for magazines like Vanity Fair, Esquire, Entertainment Weekly and Rolling Stone.

If you’d like to see more of our commercial and advertising work, check out DavidSavinski.com and blog.DavidSavinski.com.  We would be honored for you to pin or re-post these images on non-commercial sites only with proper credit given.  If you would like to license any images please contact us.  Now back to wedding blog posts!