A moment in the Portland Airport, reflecting on Foucault’s concept of heterotopia and Augé’s notion of non-places. Continuing to experiment with adapting older lenses onto a contemporary mirrorless body. In this case, I’m using a Canon 50mm SSC f1.4 lens…
Image made of the topography maps of Orcas Island in Washington. Obscured by collected water and condensation, the map becomes as abstruse as the landscape in the mist.
Photograph made under the undulating jingles of the Denver International Airport’s underground tramway system. Each of the cars was empty of passengers, despite it being a peak travel day after Thanksgiving holiday. The crumpled toilet paper that (somehow) wandered into…
Image made while kayaking the Willamette River in rural Oregon. The deadfall tree was washed onto a temporary alluvial island in the river and then embellished with the addition of a copyright sign. A wildfire fighting helicopter trained overhead, there…
Night view through the windows of the Milwaukee Museum of Art addition (designed by Santiago Calatrava, completed in 2001). The frame records a surface where institutional space and exterior ground merge. The image brackets a cultural node within a larger…
This image was made in the storage area of an Ecuadorian restaurant in Minneapolis, Minnesota during the golden hour. This was the warmest feeling exterior space (visually and physically) for the entirety of the day. The space recorded reflects a…
View from the Lake Valley ghost town.
I want to conduct more research into the nature and origins of the bandaid colored architecture of New Mexico.
The city of Truth or Consequences, New Mexico is a reminder that capital flows are never constant, unidirectional, or without turbulence. From one vantage point, the city represents a type of heterotopia and a potential gap in the mechanics of…
Ongoing explorations into the use of large-scale typography in the built environments of the midwest. Taken in rural Kansas.
Again, Summer is Over (If You Want It).
I was once told by a friend that they could easily spot me at a great distance simply from the way I move my feet when I am walking. There’s a great deal of truth to this. We exhibit an…
One of the few photographs that I have of my paternal grandmother, Mildred. That is not to say that I do not have many of her photographs, however. Like Mildred, I’ve spent a great deal of time photographing material objects,…
If we are nothing but members of a consumer society — we would no longer live in a world at all — but instead inside a process of ever-recurring cycles of things appearing and disappearing. Hannah Arendt
