[ hidden void photography ] – Carving out thin slices of reality with curved glass. [ by mike yost ]

Greetings September 20, 2020June 16, 2022

November 24, 2022

November 19, 2022

November 7, 2022

November 3, 2022

November 3, 2022

November 1, 2022

October 21, 2022November 1, 2022

Dying of the Day October 20, 2022October 21, 2022

Exoplanet Earth October 8, 2022

A Gathering of Lodestars October 7, 2022

City Sights September 30, 2022

Strolling through Town September 29, 2022September 29, 2022

As Above . . . September 18, 2022September 29, 2022

Clouded Clarity

Clouded Clarity September 16, 2022

Church of Cannabis August 23, 2022

Colored Clarity August 11, 2022

Fire in the Mountains August 1, 2022

Fire in the Sky July 27, 2022

Light in Analog July 16, 2022

Breathe . . .

Breathe . . . July 15, 2022October 8, 2022

A Sky Fractured July 4, 2022July 4, 2022

Vintage Mind June 22, 2022July 4, 2022

Empty Rails June 9, 2022June 9, 2022

Sun City June 4, 2022June 4, 2022

Floating Along in the Void May 30, 2022May 30, 2022

Before I was walking the streets of Denver with my camera, I sat inside my apartment (and a few bars) drafting a novel in grad school while studying existentialism.

It’s a narrative of a guy falling headfirst into an existential crisis, mostly drinking his way through self-hatred, the need for connection, and the weight of loneliness as the days are stacked on each other in piles like old photographs curling at the edges, soon to fade and slip silently into oblivion.