Photography – [ hidden void photography ]

Cosmic Perspective May 22, 2022May 22, 2022

Wandering along the Edges of the Earth

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

Cloud Collage

Cloud Collage July 2, 2021

Whispering Winds

Whispering Winds June 20, 2021July 1, 2021

Gossamer Flung Far Above

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

City of Leaves and Light

City of Leaves and Light June 6, 2021July 1, 2021

Hiking a Concrete Forest

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

Swimming in Sunlight

Swimming in Sunlight April 30, 2021July 1, 2021

Shadow Streams

Shadow Streams April 27, 2021July 1, 2021

Grotto

Grotto April 21, 2021July 1, 2021

Burning through Boundaries

Burning through Boundaries April 17, 2021July 1, 2021

The Path is Beset on All Sides

The Path is Beset on All Sides April 12, 2021July 1, 2021

Burning through the Thicket of Thoughts

Burning through the Thicket of Thoughts April 6, 2021July 1, 2021

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

Memories . . . fragmented and fading March 11, 2021March 13, 2021

Greetings September 20, 2020April 1, 2023

Ignite the Mind

Ignite the Mind April 16, 2020

Photo of a Wall with a Photo of a Wall

Photo of a Wall with a Photo of a Wall February 10, 2019July 18, 2020

Symbiosis

Symbiosis January 19, 2016January 18, 2016

Wings of Spontaneity

Wings of Spontaneity January 14, 2016January 25, 2016

Antiquity / Modernity

Antiquity / Modernity September 29, 2015September 29, 2015

Bishop Tower

Bishop Tower September 25, 2015September 27, 2015

Echoes of Light

Echoes of Light September 18, 2015September 18, 2015

Small Reflection

Small Reflection September 11, 2015September 23, 2015

Tranquil Fury

Tranquil Fury September 5, 2015September 23, 2015

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.