eight rolls of film. that’s what it took me, an amateur photographer, to document eight months of my life. i’m growing to enjoy analog photography more & more with each exposure.
i try to travel as much as i can, so these photos were taken mostly in DC, Utah, North Carolina, and Chicago, with a few in various other states of transition. some hold moments of significant gravity, that i have to say would not carry as much weight were they shot digitally. others are just keepsakes from my uncalculated ambling. byproducts of having a camera slung over your shoulder while you try to figure out what it is you want from life.
anyway, i’ll try not to ramble too much.
my cousin Brian’s leap of faith at a swimming hole in Black Mountain, NC.
a woman who was good to me.
near the end of my artist residency in Green River, i went for a walk to the edge of town while the sun was setting. i came across this bird who had gotten it’s foot caught in the braided strands of a telephone wire. it thrashed & struggled, losing feathers and panting, to no avail. it was painful to watch, though there little i could do. i kept walking, trying not to think about it. on my way home, roughly 15 minutes later, i passed the bird again. just as i walked under the wire to take another look, the bird freed itself and flew away in the fading light.