Sunlight – [ hidden void photography ]

Light in Analog July 16, 2022

Sun City December 25, 2021

Marooned

Marooned November 28, 2021

Burning through Boundaries

Burning through Boundaries April 17, 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

Darkness Encroaching

Darkness Encroaching February 13, 2021February 19, 2021

The Current Infrastructure

The Current Infrastructure February 7, 2021

Clouds Skimming the Sky

Clouds Skimming the Sky February 2, 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

Blood Leaf

Blood Leaf January 2, 2021

Early Illumination

Early Illumination December 24, 2020

Shadow Summit

Shadow Summit August 24, 2020

Shadows Walk the Earth

Shadows Walk the Earth August 22, 2020

Dusty Sun

Dusty Sun August 9, 2020

Veins on the Vine

Veins on the Vine August 2, 2020

Colors Breathe beneath the Surfaces of Shadows and Light

Colors Breathe beneath the Surfaces of Shadows and Light July 25, 2020July 25, 2020

Shadows Dancing with the Sun

Shadows Dancing with the Sun March 10, 2020

Light in the Veins

Light in the Veins August 13, 2018July 18, 2020

Reflecting Reflected Light

Reflecting Reflected Light June 3, 2018July 18, 2020

Burning Bright a Mile High

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

Illuminated

Illuminated May 28, 2018July 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.