sun – [ hidden void photography ]

Sun City June 4, 2022June 4, 2022

Cosmic Omen May 1, 2022

Sun City December 25, 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

What if This is the Dream?

What if This is the Dream? March 31, 2021July 1, 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 Current Infrastructure

The Current Infrastructure February 7, 2021

City of Amber

City of Amber January 27, 2021

Planets Linger Beyond the Cosmic Horizon

Planets Linger Beyond the Cosmic Horizon January 16, 2021

Burning above the Shadows

Burning above the Shadows January 16, 2021January 16, 2021

The Color of Gossamer

The Color of Gossamer January 15, 2021

Driving across the Surface of the Snow-Covered Sun

Driving across the Surface of the Snow-Covered Sun January 12, 2021January 12, 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

Blood Leaf

Blood Leaf January 2, 2021

Fire in the Sky

Fire in the Sky September 9, 2020

Dusty Sun

Dusty Sun August 9, 2020

Veins on the Vine

Veins on the Vine August 2, 2020

Shadows Dancing with the Sun

Shadows Dancing with the Sun March 10, 2020

Shadows beneath the Light

Shadows beneath the Light November 4, 2019November 4, 2019

Surface Illumination

Surface Illumination October 29, 2019

Sanctuary

Sanctuary May 13, 2019

Land of the Rising Sun

Land of the Rising Sun February 12, 2019July 18, 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.