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

Greetings September 20, 2020June 16, 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, 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

Stellar Nursery May 27, 2022May 27, 2022

Cosmic Perspective May 22, 2022May 22, 2022

Awake but Dreaming May 19, 2022May 21, 2022

Beneath the Mind May 18, 2022May 19, 2022

Veins Beneath the City May 14, 2022May 19, 2022

Color Bleeding Through May 13, 2022May 21, 2022

Color in your Hands May 12, 2022

Analog Perspective May 7, 2022

Cosmic Omen May 1, 2022

Burning out the Clouded Sky April 28, 2022April 28, 2022

Clouded by Awe and Dread April 28, 2022

Seeping into Sight April 26, 2022

Cleave the Sky April 21, 2022April 21, 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.