I’ve got a couple images in the July/August issue of Condé Nast Traveler. One was shot with a beat up old iPhone 5 and the other was shot with a Mamiya 7. I guess the takeaway is that it doesn’t really matter what you shoot a photo with, all the cameras are pretty good these days and magazines will run your images if they’re nice to look at.

Above is the fancy medium format one. I was walking along the shore of my favorite beach when I happened upon this little umbrella fort. Who takes this many umbrellas with them to the beach? Why are they being used as a wall rather than for shade? What’s up with those giant yellow wheels? I pointed the camera and took a photo. At the sound of the shutter an overly tanned man adorned with lots of gold jewelry popped up from behind the barricade and yelled “Hey! We don’t want our picture taken!” I replied saying I was sorry, “You’re not in the photo and I can’t imagine it’ll end up anywhere anyway. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

Oops…

This one was shot in Chokoloskee, one of the strangest towns in all of Florida. I was youngish and sort of lost at the time and when I couldn’t figure out what to do I’d just get in my truck and cruise the Florida backroads hunting for things to photograph. I took US 41 all the way south to it's terminus in Miami. I wish I could say it was worth it and that I saw a ton of cool stuff but in reality about seventy five percent of it is sketchy strip malls filled with vape shops and questionable massage parlors.

Oh Florida…