I was on the phone with a friend when I turned this curve and just got struck by the beauty of the light. I abruptly ended the call, pulled over my truck and grabbed my camera. Out on the wet asphalt I pointed it at the sky trying my best to capture the thunderstorm pallet of the evening. This is as close as I got and it’s still pretty far off. Photographs may be lies but I think the truth is also flexible.
If I were a trucker this would be my mighty steed. It’s all done up in the color my mother painted our house when I was a kid. The same color my family adopted as our own. It’s nostalgia and horsepower and the open road. All things I love and respect.
Somewhere in the guts of Florida on the side of 301 I bought some lousy peaches from an overheated kid in a stained tank top just so I had an excuse to pull over and take this photograph. Florida is so perfectly weird.
I got to borrow a Leica Q while I was at the LOOK3 festival in Charlottesville VA. It was so, so fun. The only other time I’ve used a Leica was a six hour loan of an M a few years back. This experience was so much more pleasurable. The only downside is that now I’m lusting after a $4.5k fixed lens camera. Damn you Leica and your beautiful German engineering!
This is so damn beautiful.
Suburbia can be so strange sometimes.
There are some pictures of Myanmar on my website now. This is one of them. It was taken in a place called Mrauk Oo.
You can see the rest of them here:
Tear sheet from an assignment I shot for Bloomberg Business week.
Timeless. Student portrait I did during a wet plate demo for the photo history class at Ringling College of Art and Design.
You’re my kind of photographer if you this grid means something to you.. You also share my pain.
This is Jacob. I met him at the Arcadia Rodeo. He was fascinated with my big old wooden camera. I lowered the tripod and let him look through the ground glass on the back and he was hooked. He immediately wanted to help, so I put him to work and his was the first plate I made that day.
This is Terry Welles. His family has been running the Arcadia Rodeo for decades.
“Here beyond men’s judgments all covenants were brittle.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West
The guts of a new series I’m working on. Cinematic images shot thorughout the last decade cropped to the Panavision aspect ratio.
Lost in the woods. Carlton Preserve. Venice FL, February 2014.
Chompers. 2014
“Stuff your eyes with wonder. Live as if you’d drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dreams made or paid for in factories. Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal. And if there were, it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping it’s life away. To hell with that. Shake the tree and knock the great sloth down on his ass.”
- Ray Bradbury
Night and day at the Miccosukee Service Plaza on Alligator Alley.
Love this version. So haunting.
About to start another project. I’m standing at the edge, the jump off point. This undertaking feels almost too big, bigger than me. So, I thought it might be a good idea to explore my roots first and find the kernel, the origin space that all of this came from. I’m trying to pull a little nod from the past that it is indeed okay to move forward into an abstract future.