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Chompers. 2014
Eighteen wheels on the road to nowhere. Utah, October 2013.
Black Dragon Wash. Utah. October 2013
Bob Munson Grocery. Escalante, Utah. October 2013
Storm’s a coming. Devil’s Backbone. Utah. October 2013
Picnic Bench. Somewhere in Utah. October 2013
Crane at dusk outside of Escalante Utah. October, 2013.
Somewhere outside of Capitol Reef National Park. Utah, October 2013
Frank Leyva, master barber. Tampa, FL 2011.
Ladybug. August, 2011, Upstate New York.
Nap time in the floating slum. Siem Reap, Cambodia 2013.
Girl on a ladder. Siem Reap, Cambodia. November 2013.
Beach Day. Venice Florida. Sorry to all those freezing up north.
Trailer for a documentary called “In No Great Hurry” on photographer Saul Leiter.
I had never heard of him but apparently he was a pioneer of color photography who began work in the 1950s. He was mostly under the radar save for a show at MoMa in 1953.
These words speak to my soul:
“I see no reason for being in a rush. When you consider many of the things that people treat very seriously, than you realize that they don’t deserve to be treated that seriously, and many of the things that people worry about are not really worth worrying about. If I didn’t do anything more than my little book wouldn’t that be enough?”
I went to Costa Rica last year and shot some photographs. Here’s a few of them. You can see the rest on my site:
Double Exposure.
Long Island City, Queens, New York.
Big Storm. Greenpoint, Brooklyn 2012
A couple weeks a go I ran a warrior dash in upstate New York with a couple close friends. In case you’re unfamiliar a Warrior Dash is a 5k footrace scattered with obstacles.
The races happen all over the country, ours was in Wyndham New York on the side of ski hill. We climbed more than a thousand feet up Wyndham Mountain all the while scrambling over barricades and sloshing through mud and crawling under barbed wire.
We got dirty, we got cut and scrapped, we drank bad beer at the end and had a ton of fun. The race ate my camera, but I managed to get a few shots anyway.
My 82 year old uncle Frank up at around 7 a.m. outside of his house in Dewitt New York. He’s dragging his lawn mower across a creek so he can take care of the grass on the other side. His discipline, energy and work ethic have always inspired me.