A thousand miles, here we come. I will embarking on a week-long road trip with three friends: Howard, Vince, and Young from San Francisco up to Portland, Seattle, and Vancouver. We will be doing about 1-2 days in each city before we each fly out from Seattle on Friday. It was originally going to be…
Over two months and ten weddings have elapsed since I took these photos in Arizona, but I am finally getting around to sharing these little film gems. I will admit, it’s taken a while for me to catch up to myself. Between the travel and the back to back weddings and the countless hours spent…
It tastes like the ocean. We nodded our heads as Margaret said it. We slurped the slimy little lumps from their shells, taking in a dollop of homemade cocktail sauce and an occasional bit of shell or sprinkling of sand with it. It’s a magical thing of cognitive dissonance to look at these unattractive little…
The warm air wrapped around me as I walked down the street in Virginia Highlands and headed out in the beautiful Atlanta neighborhood to take some photographs– on film. Here are a few of my images on Kodak Portra 400, with a couple more black and white frames from the previous roll as well. Love…
Shooting black and white film has a whole different feeling than color or even digital black and white. The image itself comes out wrapped in a thin blanket of nostalgia. And being committed to black and white for 36 frames at a time forces you to see the world in a different way, hyper aware…
The five days I spent in Atlanta felt like a month, in the most wonderful way. I have such amazing friends and clients and clients who are friends. We zig zagged across the city, and I got to ogle the stately mansions, explore all the most charming neighborhoods, walk through a graffiti tunnel, eat the…
At first it reminded me of home in the Midwest with all the standard earmarks of suburbia. Wider streets, bigger trees, strip malls strewn about. But with the mansions came the realization that yes, this was the South. I went to college in the South, technically– though Duke is neatly tucked away in its own bubble within…
The feelings had crept up under my skin. I barely noticed them sneaking in, and it’s only in hindsight that I can trace them back. In truth, I didn’t know that anything had changed in me until that very moment when I drove up that final stretch of I-280. As I rounded the bend in…
4AM, the alarms were going off. We clumsily got ourselves together, fumbling around to pack everything up. 4:30, We walked through the hotel, noting scantily clad women draping themselves over happy men, still living in yesterday. We cut through the brisk dark air as we walked down the Vegas Strip. Deserted. Just past 5AM, we…
Most people probably see it from a distance as they drive up the long road. The trees stand along both sides as if lining a red carpet path to its front steps. But we didn’t see any of that. Our driver checked in on his radio, getting confirmation on our drop-off… Something back route, something…
Yesterday: One stop after the airport, a family boarded the BART train. One mother with three girls, the youngest of whom sat grinning in her stroller. “Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco. Uno dos tres, cuatro, cinco!” The mother counted the little girl’s fingers and toes, much to her delight. The two older girls looked out…
The drive down I-5 from San Francisco down to Los Angeles is extremely boring for four of the six hours. Flat lands, straight two-lane highway, and the only somewhat interesting thing is the occasional semi-truck obstacle course or the not-so-pleasant odors of the industrial-sized cow farms. It isn’t until around hour 5 that you hit the Grapevine and…