Remember The Sun?

I'm currently in Sandusky, Ohio, about to start an internship at the Sandusky Register. The internship should be a great experience and I'm excited to start making some pictures and getting to know the Lake Erie area. Even after one day in town I'm finding all sorts of things to stare at and run a little off the road over. I'm about three streets away from the lake and I hear sea gulls (or lake gulls?) all day from my cozy second floor apartment. While butterflies fill my stomach, grey fills the sky and choppy little waves cover the Lake Erie, so I thought I would make up for the drizzles with a few photos of friends and the sun.


Goodbye Winter

Goodbye winter
goodbye snow.
Hello spring
hello rain.
Now that you are gone
I will make sure your memory lives on.
I won't be washing my car anytime soon.


In My Life

There are places I'll remember

All my life though some have changed

Some forever not for better

Some have gone and some remain

All these places have their moments

With lovers and friends I still can recall

Some are dead and some are living

In my life I've loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers

There is no one compares with you

And these memories lose their meaning

When I think of love as something new

Though I know I'll never lose affection

For people and things that went before

I know I'll often stop and think about them

In my life I love you more

Though I know I'll never lose affection

For people and things that went before

I know I'll often stop and think about them

In my life I love you more

In my life I love you more



A few artist portraits... and then Ryan.

A Film Post as I Watch a Film...

I ran a handful of rolls through my Yashica for my magazine project, not enough to really make it work for my project and not enough to really break my bank account. I was surprised at how nice some of the frames actually turned out from shooting in some lower light situations. The main thing I learned was that a TLR is not an ideal photojournalism tool... and is even a pain to focus with still portraits... so cheers to those who can actually make them work consistently and walk away with nice frames.


Lighten My Day

A full memory card is sometimes like walking down stairs on a Christmas morning. Except that all the presents are from yourself to yourself.



Somedays are only meant for driving. Winding aimlessly through Appalachia you remember that life can't be lived behind a map and that golden hour exists so long as you are prepared to chase it through the hills.

My bursting hard drive cries every trip like this I take... I wouldn't want to be in its shoes.


Stepping Stone

As the world steps ever so slightly out of its wintery haze I'm about to step out to the rest of my life. How should I feel walking away from the last four years of college and the last 23 years of my adolescence?
Heres to life and to the unknowing future.
I think my feelings can be summed up by using a quote from one of my favorite scenes in Ghostbusters. . . Hollywood is after all the perfect metaphor for life.

Ray: "Were do these stairs go?"
Peter: "They go up."


Some fun in the sun with Sam. Now I just want to give up photography and start a coffee shop band.