Don’t Stop Believing.
I take my time on the winding asphalt that makes up the roads that bring me back to where I came from.
I take my time on the winding asphalt that makes up the roads that bring me back to where I came from.
Cars, like this great lumbering beast of the late 20th century, populate my photographs so frequently not only because of their obvious prevalence in the American landscape but because the gleam and glint of the metal makes me sweat.
Control Panel; Hard Hats. Meadow Brook Coal Company.
While Santorum still held office and wasn’t quite a laughing stock* yet, these signs popped up along highways, scattered around north eastern and central Pa, as I had seen a few on my drives through the area and near the town I grew up in. I have no idea of their maker or purpose and I found them to be really bizarre and random. They were well made, obviously constructed with care, and relatively large, as they could be read from the highway. Why the white cross? The flower? Why... Read the Rest →
What? Like you've never done it.
For whatever reason, I have always really loved this photograph.
I was always really hesitant to use the handful of photographs I took of people while I was photographing.
Meadowbrook Coal Company
When I wake up in the morning, it is easy for me to forget about the time that I spent frantically, obsessively, and joyously making photographs for an audience.
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