aerials.

atmospheres and works in progress.

There's a new series bubbling underneath all of this. Can you see it? I'm adding these to my georgia swamp series.

Wait 'til I get my money right, then you can't tell me nothin.

Recently, tried to dip my pinky toe into the shallow waters of more marketable yet less inspired photography. I like to call it dentist office art. Gross, I know, but how else do you get your art bought by dentists? and doctors and other people who have the disposable income to buy art? I love my friends and I appreciate that they like my work but...y'know, my friends don't have any money to buy it right now. so where does that leave me? Broke as shit, that's where. But temper tantrum aside, I may have a new series on my hands:

Land is for the living

In Atlanta, there is a very old cemetery filled with confederate soldiers and free masons....a LOT of free masons. I stand by my original statement. Land is for the living, why would I get buried? Just to be desecrated by a parking garage 500 years later. No thank you, spread my ashes across whatever you feel best represented me in life. My body won't matter anymore. With that said, I find cemeteries a great place to contemplate the universe.

Georgia....Georgia......

this first one is a panorama....much much much better when you click on the fullview.



Why so tame?
when we can shoot wilder vines
through younger veins...
sip sweet from nights deep wells
and watch our garden swell
once the seeds are sewn
wild and overgrown
you'll see
hearts colors change like leaves...


While taking these photos, this song was running through my head on a loop......that and the opening sequence to True Blood, as well as Georgia on My Mind by Ray Charles.

relationships and self portraits.

This is a couple of different takes on the same old shit. Dating a musician is annoying sometimes. Why didn't i just fall for the safety inspector of a nuclear power plant......or an astronaut?

Remember, Holga loves you.

A tool of the trade

Those aren't my cigarettes, I don't smoke, but I do on occasion provide ashtrays for visiting friends.


Making the begrudging switch/more like addition, to digital has had me thinking about my process. With film, I am forced to develop and usually print everything. This is good because so many times I look at my images and hate them, but weeks, months, and even years later I learn to like them, or at least used them in other work. Digital is.....different. I end up deleting things for space, but I really see it more as a lost creative opportunity. hmmmm....





These were made with 120 film, untouched by photoshop. pffft.