Return to the Laurel-Snow Wilderness: Uno

December 11, 2016  •  Leave a Comment
I've been here before. Well, really I haven't been...but rather another version of me. But that's another story...or another fucking book. Holy mother of shit that sounds convoluted. Anyway, this is a story of a return to a place which should have killed me. Instead of sending me on into oblivion to Pluto's doorstep, the experience set me onto the...
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On Zen and Salad Bars

November 23, 2016  •  Leave a Comment
It paigns me to do this...and in turn subject you to such a dastardly opening sentence of this post, but I will refer to a Facebook post that was gifted to me yesterday by a good friend of mine. I say gifted because of the way it illuminated my day after it was read and how it made me think about the course of madness I've taken up to this point. S...
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On Inspiration in the World of Photography Or...Why You Should Shut the F*ck Up About It

October 15, 2016  •  Leave a Comment
I think of Hugh Glass. Being there, crawling two hundred miles with a severed scalp hanging from his head. Tasting his own blood. The wounds from the sow grizzly oozing puss. His body broken. Virtually no hope of seeing another sunrise or anything else for that matter. If something kept the man going, I wonder what it truly might have been. Was he...
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Chicago at 50mm: Ten Photographs

April 10, 2016  •  4 Comments
How many times are we late for an appointment that eventually puts us in front of a bus driver who doesn't see the red light? An hour of oversleeping can make us miss a plane crash. Milliseconds of happenstance building upon themselves and shaping our very lives in a state of constant flux which we hardly perceive. I’m sure that whatever day my fat...
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Return of the Iceman: Roan Highlands-Part III 1/3

February 21, 2016  •  1 Comment
...then stillness. Time and space seemed to transition in an instant. I lost consciousness to the drumming of the wind at some point last night. I remember the noise. It might be somewhat alien to you...sitting there now, reading this. But I can tell you it was something I will never forget...that sound coming up the ridge to meet me. Which was fi...
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