sky – [ hidden void photography ]

Cleave the Sky April 21, 2022April 21, 2022

Light as a Feather April 19, 2022April 19, 2022

Falling into the Painted Sky January 13, 2022January 13, 2022

As Above, So Below November 26, 2021November 27, 2021

Searching for Breath

Searching for Breath July 13, 2021

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

Clouds at Play

Clouds at Play May 9, 2021July 1, 2021

Burning through Boundaries

Burning through Boundaries April 17, 2021July 1, 2021

Burning through the Thicket of Thoughts

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

City Aloof

City Aloof April 3, 2021July 1, 2021

A Walk beneath the Profound

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

Escape into the Clouds

Escape into the Clouds March 28, 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

City Escape

City Escape March 12, 2021

Long Haul with a Light Load

Long Haul with a Light Load March 11, 2021

The Mind is a Manifold Rendering the Sky

The Mind is a Manifold Rendering the Sky March 10, 2021

Rail City

Rail City March 6, 2021

It’s All a bit Skewed to Me

It’s All a bit Skewed to Me March 3, 2021

Burning Beyond the Blue Veil

Burning Beyond the Blue Veil February 24, 2021

The Great Cosmic Void Lingers

The Great Cosmic Void Lingers February 19, 2021February 20, 2021

Into the Void

Into the Void February 17, 2021

Climbing toward the Abyss

Climbing toward the Abyss February 11, 2021

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.