Ideal Moments.

Some of the images are soft, feminine, intimate. Others are pulled back, harshly lit, topographic. Both approaches are accurate depictions of this desolate space. Ten years later I am attempting to understand by existing within a plot of land not intended for me. There is a generational lapse within this chain link fence of fathers …

While He Foraged.

I spent a lot of my summer with my dad in the junkyard. I needed a new driver's side mirror, battery and windshield for my van and he wanted bucket seats for his chevy and a rusted out lawnmower for yard art. We managed to scavenge all of the items on our list plus $4.72 …

Standard, December 26th.

America Standard, December 26th, 3:15 PM. It has been a little over a month since I was last here; the 11th anniversary of Standard's shutdown has silently come and gone and little has changed. It is warm today and, although I feel feverish, I know that these sunny Ohio days are rarest in December. My …

Familiar Familial Landscape.

Shot over Thanksgiving 2018, these images tell an abstract narrative of familial love, loss and longing. The making of these photographs is a coping mechanism. The camera stands between me and the reality of a holiday season without one of my grandmother's and the memory loss of another. Truth has become a metaphysical ideal and …

This Place.

America Standard, November 23rd, 2:45 PM. It is cold, not see your breath cold, but chilly nonetheless. I wear my late Uncle Larry's Army jacket and my father is in a brown pullover and jeans. It is the first time he's been back to the plant since it's closing over a decade ago in 2007. …

Walk 3.

Explore your space/place for two hours, looking, gathering, recording and archiving data that celebrates or magnifies the scale of the social scene of your choosing. Mission San Xavier del Bac is located roughly ten miles south of Tucson, on the Tohono O'odham Nation San Xavier Indian Reservation. The mission was founded in 1692. The building that …

Of All Good Things Well Past Their Prime.

It is a collaboration over fifty years in the making with a man who died when I was barely sixteen. He left his notes along with a Bell & Howell projector, screen and sixteen reels of film (spanning twenty years, two decades of life and death, the tail end of the baby boomers and the …

The Bechers Came to Sycamore.

There I sat at my desk eating a slice of pizza and perusing Pinterest (as one commonly does during their lunch break) when the door swung open and I made the realization that over the past twenty-two years I had entered an important part of photo history. I was looking through someones curated collection of power …

Arizona I.

This past December my roommate and I flew to Arizona, the desert and quite possibly our futures. You can read more about the trip on The Hive (our travel blog), but for those of you more interested in imagery, below you will find the 35mm I shot while on this whirlwind adventure. Enjoy! Part I. Part …

I Want to Run.

I never wanted to run away as a kid, I guess this is how you know that you had a wonderful childhood, wonderful parents, wonderful family, wonderful friends in a wonderful little town quietly tucked away from the rest of the not so wonderful world. I was fed, I was clothed (not without a fight …