Thursday, 31 March 2016
I was in Alaska last summer and took the film from my friends camera bag where it had sat for nearly 3 decades on a shelf in a closet. It’s mine I said. It rolled around in the bottom of my own bag, crossing and recrossing multiple state lines, for about 6 months. I knew it was there and I knew I’d know when to use it. The Blaike came out to my neck of the woods late one afternoon and we drove even farther north. Up to the rim of a long canyon at the north end of LA County with the wind and the brush and the last light of the day.
I wound the film into the M6 and went to check exposure only to discover the battery was dead. No meter. But the light was perfect and I really wanted this moment. Knew this was the right moment for the film. I tested exposure with a digital once and felt confident enough to just let it rip. Heres the results.
Wednesday, 24 February 2016
Tuesday, 9 February 2016
Pre-Sunrise. Earning the early light.
Sunday, 7 February 2016
That little fire. Inside you. Deep down in the core. Keeping you warm. Fueling your very soul. Keep feeding that fire. Don’t let it burn out. Don’t ever let it burn out.
Saturday, 24 October 2015
Friday, 18 September 2015
Thursday, 17 September 2015
Wednesday, 2 September 2015
This is Samantha Victoria
Tuesday, 25 August 2015
This is Deniz Senkan from a shoot with the creativehumancollective.com crew.
This ones a favorite…
Wednesday, 12 August 2015
I cut some teeth here. I bled some.
I came here when I needed answers.
Or I needed to erase the questions.
I explored and climbed and fell.
I ski’d and snowboarded and slept out here.
In the summer months when the sun doesn’t set till early am I would come out here and climb after work several times a week. Scratching up mossy fragmented rock. Peeling back the dirt just to get a handhold. Peeling back the skin.
I came back cause I was angry and frustrated and I didn’t want to feel that way and thought I’d find some steep ground on which to burn off my anger and my frustrations. So I drove to the end of the road and looked up and spotted an old mining cabin I hadn’t ever noticed before.
I followed a narrow switch back trail until it ran out and then I cut across the scree and moved carefully up and through a steep boulder field. I lost sight of the cabin and when I found it again it was just below me to the east.
the remains of several other collapsed structures lay here and there in heaps of bleached white wood. Rusty old cans scattered between the rocks.
A camp fire by the front door. This was newer.
Inside, a couple old spring bed frames and on the window sill and just above it, a boot and a bone. Assign any meaning you deem appropriate. I felt better on the way down.
Monday, 22 June 2015
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