I could’ve spent forever with your hands in my pockets
I could’ve spent forever with your hands in my pockets
There’s nothing left so take the rest…
There’s nothing left so take the rest… I have some of the most amazing, strong and beautiful friends. I am so proud to know each and every one of you that allows me to capture you the way I am able to see you, to show you something different than how you perceive yourself. I…
we can be us, just for one day…
We can be us, just for one day
2019 is here…
2019 is here…
Accidents will happen…
Accidents will happen… This is the first frame from a roll of film I shot with Ginger Paige about 8 or 9 days ago. In the past couple years since I started shooting and processing my own film again, this is the second time I have had a first frame that was partially exposed. The…
Don’t Forget to Breathe
Don’t Forget to Breathe I try to give very little direction during my shoots. I like to let the people I work with live within a real environment. To capture what they are feeling and experiencing at that very moment. I’ve come to realize that what I do isn’t something that can always be directed…
Dorothy Margaret Collie
Dorothy Margaret Collie I have had these moments over the past couple years where I have thought about deleting my Facebook account. I have always hesitated to do it and just end up deactivating it when those feeling come up. I have years and years of photos and memories archived on my Facebook account. Today…
this shouldn’t need to be so fucking hard
this shouldn’t need to be so fucking hard I needed this shoot. It has been a couple months since I have had my camera in my hand. Check the previous blog post to maybe get some insight on why I haven’t been “able” to shoot lately. Any fucking way…. Lesley and I were supposed to…
That Post I Keep Talking About
That Post I Keep Talking About For the past 3 months (or possibly longer; I’ve honestly lost track of time), I have been writing and re-writing this blog post easily a million times now. The first couple thousand drafts read like a pity party and a bunch of really lame as excuses. A couple people…
Revenge of the Radical
Revenge of the Radical This wasn’t supposed to be the next blog post originally. For the past couple months, I have been jotting things down in my notebook and putting words together in my head that are now just a saved draft for that eventually blog post. It was meant to be the first post…