Scott Flathouse Photography

08/31/2026

08/23/2026

KONA, I’M COMING BACK.

I’m happy to announce that I’ll be returning to Kona this October for the IRONMAN World Championship, and once again I’ll be opening a limited number of private photo sessions during race week.

These one-hour sessions are designed for athletes, couples, families, friends, or small groups who want something more personal commemorating the Kona experience.

We’ll shoot at one of my favorite locations just outside Kailua-Kona, with easy access and plenty of parking. It gives us everything that makes the Big Island unmistakable: black lava, white sand, blue Pacific water, and some incredible Hawaiian light.

Your session can be whatever you want it to be.

Race kit and bike portraits.
Swim and run images.
Couples and family portraits.
Lifestyle photos.
Or a combination of all of them.

The photos accompanying this post are from previous Kona sessions and give you an idea of what we can create together.

You’ve worked a long time to get to Kona. Whether you’re racing, supporting someone who is, or simply sharing the week with people you love, this is a chance to come home with photographs that tell more of the story.

Sessions are one hour and availability during race week will be limited.

View details and reserve your session here:

https://scottflathousephoto.pixieset.com/booking/kona-photo-sessions

See you on the Big Island!

07/27/2026

Photos from the Cypress Triathlon Weekend are ready!

What a weekend of racing!

The 2026 Bayou City Triathlon Series Cypress Triathlon weekend was on fire 🔥

Saturday's Doggie Splash'N Dash was a howling success and the Youth Triathlon showcased the future of our sport.

Sunday we swam fast into the 18th year of this event joined by veterans and newcomers alike.

The field was deep, the competition fierce and the Type A Fun was through the roof.

Thank you all for coming out and making this an absolute blast.

Races like this can only happen with the support of our local communities, volunteers, sponsors and undying dedication of our race crew.

I want to thank Every single participant for coming out and being a part of our Tri-Family.

Every one who took the time to help out, cheer and motivate all our athletes.

The race crew for working tirelessly before, during and long after the events.

Our Announcer and DJ for keeping us informed and entertained.

The timing team for delivering the results

Law Enforcement for keeping our athletes safe on the course.

Big shout of to Cypress Hospital for your all your support.

Our photography team captured the moments from the weekend and the photos are now online ready to be digested.

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Cheers

-David

Saturday, July 25, 2026 - Doggie Splash'N Dash & Youth Triathlon
https://www.digitalknightproductions.com/Sports/Bayou-City-Triathlon-Series/2026/Cypress-Youth-Triathlon

Sunday, July 26, 2026 - Cypress Triathlon Sprint, Super Sprint, Duathlon
https://www.digitalknightproductions.com/Sports/Bayou-City-Triathlon-Series/2026/Cypress-Triathlon

06/08/2026

Photos from Sylvan Beach Tri are ready!

Sunday, June 7, 2026

05/11/2026

And there she goes through the soft Sunday morning, pink as a flare against the pale world, wheels humming their low hymn upon the road, the green earth drifting by in a blur of Mother’s Day light and rainwashed air. , laughing into the miles, hand lifted in peace or victory or perhaps both at once, because there are some souls who ride not merely to conquer but to rejoice in the simple fact of motion itself.

This race of women, of mothers and daughters and first-timers with trembling hearts beside veterans hardened by long miles, carried its own peculiar music. Not the harsh cry of battle, but something gentler and braver. A fellowship of endurance. A quiet declaration that strength may smile while it suffers.

And Sandra, swift among them, carried herself with that easy grace that conceals effort so completely one might mistake it for freedom. First in her age group, yes, but more than that. A bright spirit moving cleanly through the humid Texas morning, leaving only the whisper of tires and the memory of joy behind her.

05/11/2026

Sunday, May 10, 2026

05/11/2026

The road opened wide and pale beneath a soft morning sky, and through it rolled a machine from another age, yellow as a wasp and twice as strange, carrying its rider with that peculiar floating grace only a beam bike could summon. She smiled as though she knew some private joke between herself and the bicycle, as though the years had not passed at all.

The Softride.

That improbable machine of flex and bounce and rebellion against the ordinary geometry of the world. Once the bicycle of wild men and Kona prophets and catalog pages thumbed soft by hopeful athletes who believed the future ought to look different than the present.

And here she comes upon it now, smiling into the gray morning air as if the decades between then and now had folded quietly together for one small happy moment on race day. The wheels whispering. The road steaming faintly from the night. The old machine still eager to fly.

There is something beautiful about refusing to let certain things disappear. Certain bikes. Certain joys. Certain versions of yourself.

05/11/2026

There are victories which arrive with noise and spectacle, and there are others, nobler perhaps, which come in the pale light of dawn, upon the long road, beneath the laboring breath of those who have earned them inch by inch.

On this Mother’s Day, amid the gathering of women who came not merely to compete but to prove themselves against fatigue, doubt, and time itself, rode like a force loosed upon the earth. Bent low over her machine, she seemed less a rider than an arrow already decided upon its destination.

And destiny answered.

1st Place Masters at the TriGirl Sprint Triathlon.

Such triumphs are never born in a single morning. They are forged in lonely hours, in weary legs that continue nevertheless, in sacrifices unseen by the crowd, in courage repeated day after day until excellence becomes inevitable.

Congratulations, Julainne!

05/06/2026

This weekend, I’m walking to support something that matters more than just miles.

I’m participating in Hope in Motion for Fort Bend Mental Health.

This organization works right here in our community to promote mental wellness, prevent su***de, and connect people to the help they need before it’s too late.

Mental health struggles don’t always show on the surface. Someone you know is fighting something you can’t see.

I don’t do this often, but I’m asking you to help me make a difference.

Even a small donation can help fund education, outreach, and real support for people who need it most.

If you’ve ever:

* struggled yourself
* known someone who has
* or simply believe this matters

Please consider donating.

👉 https://www.zeffy.com/en-US/fundraising/scott-flathouse

And if you’re in the greater Houston area, I’d love for you to come walk with us!

Your presence matters just as much as your support.

Thank you for being part of this with us!

Saturday, May 9, 2026 | 8:30-11:00amBrazos River Park, Sugar Land, TexasClick for the Sponsorship Page.Hope In Motion Fort Bend is a non-competitive 1.8 mile walk to raise awareness & hope to prevent su***de. Funds raised benefit Fort Bend Mental Health in order to provide education, advocacy &a...

05/03/2026

Behold her in the first light of the contest, when the world is still obedient and the road lies open like a promise not yet tested.

is drawn forward with purpose, body folded into speed, spirit fixed upon a distant triumph. In these early miles, all things seem possible.
Time yields.
Rank beckons.
The horizon invites her nearer.

But fate, that patient architect of trials, waits not in the grand moments, but in the small and unseen.
A whisper of air escaping.
A shard of iron hidden in the path.
Rain descending like judgment.

The day, once bright with ambition, begins to unravel.
Wheel falters.
Body strikes the earth.
Silence replaces the roar.

Yet even then, she does not surrender easily.
She rises.
She walks.
She endures the slow cruelty of distance
with a will that refuses to yield.

And though the race denies her its finish,
it cannot claim her spirit.

For what stands before us in this image
is not defeat, but defiance.

Not the end of a journey, but the proof of a soul that will always choose to begin again. Next: Lake Placid!