Colorado – [ hidden void photography ]

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

Wandering along the Edges of the Earth

Wandering along the Edges of the Earth July 4, 2021July 4, 2021

Whispering Winds

Whispering Winds June 20, 2021July 1, 2021

Gossamer Flung Far Above

Gossamer Flung Far Above June 17, 2021July 1, 2021

Hiking a Concrete Forest

Hiking a Concrete Forest May 29, 2021July 1, 2021

Nature Abhors a Vacuum

Nature Abhors a Vacuum May 25, 2021July 1, 2021

Clouds at Play

Clouds at Play May 9, 2021July 1, 2021

A Walk beneath the Profound

A Walk beneath the Profound April 2, 2021July 1, 2021

Invisible Transmissions Riding into the Vast on Invisible Light

Invisible Transmissions Riding into the Vast on Invisible Light March 21, 2021

Trainspotting

Trainspotting March 19, 2021

“Nothingness” by In the Company of Serpents March 15, 2021

In the Shadow of Civilization

In the Shadow of Civilization January 31, 2021February 2, 2021

Planets Linger Beyond the Cosmic Horizon

Planets Linger Beyond the Cosmic Horizon January 16, 2021

The Current of the Firmament

The Current of the Firmament January 13, 2021January 13, 2021

January 9, 2021January 10, 2021

Winter’s Waning Light

Winter’s Waning Light January 7, 2021January 9, 2021

Burning through a Painted Sky

Burning through a Painted Sky January 3, 2021

Early Illumination

Early Illumination December 24, 2020

Blue Abyss

Blue Abyss December 23, 2020

The Earth Rises

The Earth Rises October 28, 2020

Greetings September 20, 2020June 16, 2022

Shadow Summit

Shadow Summit August 24, 2020

Shadows Walk the Earth

Shadows Walk the Earth August 22, 2020

Darkness Falls Fast

Darkness Falls Fast August 20, 2020

Patterns at Play

Patterns at Play August 15, 2020

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.