Read: Half Awake to my LA

I heard the gunshots because a catfight woke me up. Just outside my open window, two neighborhood felines were having a falling out. My pseudo-apocalyptic dream, a reoccurring one, revolving around a modern-day photojournalist in Cambodia, was over, again, this … Read More

Just Listen: Pojoaque, New Mexico

An adobe wall. Something so simple yet so profound in an era of instant, stucco nonsense we call progress. Weathered, worn and alive. Truly alive. Inside above the table are the bells. You can FEEL these bells. They are equally … Read More

Just Listen: Downtown Los Angeles

Downtown Los Angeles is a wasteland of concrete and commerce. “Can’t help you man, this a big place,” a guy says as I try to find parking. This place isn’t meant for humans no matter how much marketing is applied. … Read More

Found: Stuart Isett on Cambodia

I met Stuart Isett in the middle 1990’s at the photojournalism festival in Southern France. Perpignan to be exact. During this time period the festival was, to me, at it’s prime. There was a very casual sense to the entire … Read More

Found: Paul Gero on South Africa

Paul Gero is one of my oldest friends in photography. We met in 1993 during the time I was interning at The Arizona Republic in Phoenix. Paul was a staffer and I was the guy doing cleanup but not in … Read More

Just Listen: Tree Shredding, New York

I walk in the green thinking about Lyme. I imagine it will be this way the rest of my life. New York is a such an interesting blend of concrete and green. Walled in by massive pillars of manmade “progress,” … Read More

Just Listen: New York Bus Stop

These shoes didn’t happen by accident. Nor did these pants or the rest of what you can’t see. Style. Bill Cunningham knows it, lives for it and has sealed it in for the rest of us. I’m just a guy, … Read More

Just Listen: East ManHattan, New York

You know those places. Those places that just feel like something could happen. Near it all but isolated. Light has already fallen but we are left with the blue. The deep blue sea of another lost day. You got yourself … Read More

Just Listen: Near the United Nations, New York

These street people don’t deserve to be hounded or looked down upon. You try it. It’s not easy. And these folks, I don’t believe, are street people as in living on the streets, but they take their time and days … Read More