Apparently there is this thing called “weather.” Apparently it’s not supposed to be sunny every single day for the entire year. Apparently “weather” has moved into the area. Consequently, the locals are hidden, birds spontaneously give up and fall to …
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So my wife had a show. In other words the world stopped, tilted on its axis, wobbled, and then began to make corrections. It was only the most important show in the history of humankind. She’s been working on a …
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Yep, this is how it’s all gonna end. A giant red fireball. Megaton warhead. We melt into a fleshy puddle and then find out our entire solar system is a microspec on some space kid’s snotty pillow. Damnit. All these …
Read: My Lost Rolls, Paradise, Utah
Paradise, Utah. There are conflicting stories about how this place acquired the name. Some people say it was the first person over the hill who looked down on the valley and said “Man, this place is paradise.” And then there …
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It has been a long, long time since I’ve been able to do any serious biking. A few short years ago, prior to landing Lyme Disease, I was a decent biker. Now, not so much. Any ride requires weighing the …
Read: On Sale, The Lost Rolls
After many months of work, The Lost Rolls is now in print form. Both book and magazine to be exact. Why two publications? Let me explain the thought process. This project is atypical. Lost film dating back twenty-five-years is discovered, …
Read: Paris in Winter
I’ve posted these images before but it’s been a long, long while, and I have reason to post them again. I’m going back to Paris, and I’m going back during winter. Roughly ten years ago I traveled to Paris to …
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Someone will probably steal this story but that’s okay. It’s been done before, and based on my life now I’ll never get back to it. Years ago, right after my father passed away, I embarked on a little self-initiated project …
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Home together. First time since September. Weather rolling in. Ultra-low tide, heat, humidity and a Pacific of near glass. Neither of know what to make of it all. Wide expanse of beach, high clouds and a peaceful openness that connects …
PRINT: Jumping from Rocks
Who doesn’t love the Zine? The homemade publication. This is the antithesis of the traditional book, and because the Zine is so personal, and so crafty and so individualistic they are exploding like never before. I’ve personally been at several …
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“Hey, I got some crack.” “Wha?” “I got some crack?” “You got crack?” “Yeah.” And that’s how it all began. Just a small exchange. Supply and demand. You got, I want. No, not ME. These two other guys. I don’t …
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The day of filmmaking is behind us. Multiple locations, multiple times. Sound guy, director, assistant and camera operator. Subject. Witness(me). Been a while since I’d been on one of these shoots, and for those of you who don’t know about …