Going through old film photos. Sadly I can’t remember what film this was, but I definitely shot it with an Olympus OM-10. Given how outstandingly grainy this is, I’m going to guess it was some cheap Fuji 400.
Can’t wait to go back and spend a little more time in one of the most photogenic towns I’ve ever seen. I’m working on a larger piece collecting photos and thoughts from my trip to New Mexico last year; it was transformative and I have a lot more to say about it.
I attended the Rally Against White Supremacy in Dallas in August of 2017. Security was a top concern, given the events of Charlottesville, VA exactly one week prior, and the Dallas Police Shooting the previous summer. I originally took my camera to document great protest signs but was struck by this scene of a black
His boxes of books, dusty and quiet, collected cobwebs in a storage unit in Texas. Exit 227, a life in a metal box. He was living quite differently now, in a place where people were stacked many stories tall and elevators creaked under the weight of something he couldn’t see. Out the window he glimpsed the