Hang a soft left onto Moody Road. Twist up and over the gold plated hills through Los Trancos until the tiny stretch of asphalt turns to a road called Alpine; which cuts through Lahonda down to San Gregorio where the highway ends at the doorstep … Continue readingPescadero and Pomponio: Beaches of the Left Coast
I wouldn’t presume to know the motivations behind some of my fellow photographers reasoning for making or not making a photograph. The only information I have to go on is the discipleship of experience and what I see displayed on their social media or…whatever. That … Continue readingMaking the Photograph: Sundown on the Great Yoo-Hoo River
I keep getting asked “What are you going to do?” Or even the occasional “Are you going to lose your insurance?” All I’m thinking about now is how it feels like that sensation of reaching the surface of the water just as your lungs run … Continue readingQuitting a Job at 6 A.M. on a Thursday
Let’s talk about this. Why did you make your last photograph? Was it because there was an object or person or place that moved you on some weird level of emotion? Was this moment so complex that words could never be formed so a photograph … Continue readingDigitalism and the Murder of Photography
The constant hammering of the sleet against my tarp has given way to a strange and almost unperceivable buffered ticking sound. I lay there motionless…afraid to move from the long sought warmness of whatever contorted position I held when sleep found me the night before. … Continue readingIceman: The Laurel-Snow Wilderness Experience-Final Chapter
It suddenly occurs to me that I might very well die in this place. The reality of quietly slipping off into an unwaking sleep and giving into hypothermia becomes very real. I’ve been on the trail for a little over an hour and I can … Continue readingIceman: The Laurel-Snow Wilderness Experience-Chapter 2
Sixteen degrees. The forecast only called for a low between twenty-three and twenty-five. It’s 2:30PM which is over two hours later than I hoped to be at the trail head. I’m walking into the Laurel-Snow and it’s sixteen By God degrees. I wonder if the … Continue readingIceman: The Laurel-Snow Wilderness Experience-Chapter 1