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the night shoes
Eight years ago (already!) my friend Al and I met in LA to take a weekend photography class with the incredible Sam Abell. It was a lot of work, a lot of learning, and some photographic successes.
The class took a late afternoon field trip to Union Station where we composed-and-waited to our heart’s content. Then some of us explored nearby Olvera Street, where we arrived just as the shops were shutting down for the day.
Olvera Street
Los Angeles, California
photographed 2.18.2017
pride
There is no way to stretch one’s imagination to make Lubbock seem progressive. Not even close. Honestly, the place gets on my nerves a lot.
But I was proud to go to Pride and see how many people were there. It did my soul good to see people being themselves, openly and without apology. Because, seriously, why should anyone have to live with apologies for being who they are?
Lubbock Pride
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 6.28.2025
campfire coffee
The photographer I used to be seems like a distant memory. That photographer who would never intentionally photograph people, and instead stuck to ragged buildings and empty landscapes – the photographer I thought I’d be forever – has left. And now I actively seek out places where I can photograph people doing what they do – even if they’re doing it on a very cold morning in Alpine, Texas, to cite just one example.
Alpine, Texas
photographed 2.22.2025
hope + graffiti
Yep – another drizzly night in Scotland. According to my personal observation, almost ALL nights are drizzly, but to be fair, I was only there for a couple of weeks.
Edinburgh, Scotland
photographed 11.2.2023
grandmothers
Blue hour, obviously. And I loved the way the sign gave off a warm glow, which was echoed by the light on the second floor of the building.
Edinburgh, Scotland
photographed 11.3.2023
One Day | One Image 