[ hidden void photography ]

Carving out thin slices of reality with curved glass. [ by mike yost ]

Color is a Construct

February 17, 2020 0

Suchness

January 21, 2020 0

Put on a Happy Face

December 23, 2019 0

Drift Wood

December 21, 2019 0

No Light without Shadow

December 19, 2019 0

Paradigm Shift

December 1, 2019 0

mind.in.a.box

November 15, 2019 0

Green Fire

November 15, 2019 0

Vacant

November 4, 2019 0

Shadows beneath the Light

November 4, 2019 0

Put On a Happy Face

November 2, 2019 0

Surface Illumination

October 29, 2019 0

Preceding Modernity

October 25, 2019 0

Weight of the World

October 25, 2019 0

Habsburg Nights

October 18, 2019 0

Lost Amidst Misty Mountains

October 18, 2019 0

Amidst Misty Mountains

October 13, 2019 2

Concrete Shadows

October 10, 2019 0

Crypt Keeper

October 10, 2019 0

Piercing the Sky

October 8, 2019 0

There Is No Real Me

October 8, 2019 2

Reality is Only a Word

September 13, 2019 0

Liquid Light

September 8, 2019 1

Black Corner of the Sky

September 8, 2019 0

Don’t be a Stick in the Mud

August 29, 2019 0

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Remnants of Light: A Novel by Mike Yost

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.

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Gossamer Flung Far Above

Captured some timelapse of the clouds changing color above Mt. Massive at sunset. Can't wait to share! Amazing how spending a few nghts alone in the forest can help reset my mind. Also, an iron skillet is absolutely essential for taking great photos in the woods!

Reflecting under a vast sky / Space veiled beneath the guile of blue / I watch shadows glide silently across city surfaces / Cool and dark and birthed out of a distant star burning in the void.

Steadfast beneath the Shifting Sky

Invisible Transmissions

Clouded Light

Under the Pale Blue Sky

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