buildings – [ hidden void photography ]

Color does not exist in your eyes April 12, 2020

Clouds are not Cloudy June 6, 2019

Clouds as Mountains August 20, 2018July 18, 2020

Burning Bright a Mile High May 29, 2018July 18, 2020

Closer Still May 26, 2018July 18, 2020

Amber Azure April 28, 2018July 18, 2020

Behind You September 14, 2017

When September 13, 2017July 18, 2020

Closer September 9, 2017July 18, 2020

Sun Kissed August 24, 2017July 18, 2020

Clean Streets August 23, 2017July 18, 2020

Building Askew August 20, 2017July 18, 2020

Just Turn Left August 11, 2017July 18, 2020

Glass as the Canvas August 7, 2017August 12, 2017

Below the Amber August 4, 2017August 12, 2017

The Thin-Skin Mirror May 19, 2017

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.