Distorted Perspective
The Fall
Drew
Gradiate
Olivia
Yellow

i have a new instagram which is part of a greater project that is still in progress. anyway, it’s why all of my images are vertical lately.

Accordion

Accordion Man

Lunch

Lunch Ladies

Bus

Bus Stop

starting to get back into my open-shutter shooting modes—various from Palma de Mallorca—

Drew

Going for tacos with Drew

everything is full-speed right now and that can be entertaining and such but some nights we just end up like this

Revisionist History

preview spread of Revisionist History; photos from Berlin and Palma de Mallorca. book out in December, pre-orders begin soon.

Dog
Hike
Colors
Olive

it’s strange that my life right now is taking place about twelve miles from where it used to but it feels like a completely different world.

while moving around this summer, I considered rooms & buildings a lot. most of the summer I was pretty isolated by default, in that everywhere I stayed came with an individual room. regardless if i had co-workers, I had a specific space that was mine; just in a completely foreign land. Any given day, be it in Spain or Denmark, I could spend as if I was anywhere else: online, in bed, passing out as whatever forgettable movie played through.

so now my situation is, in some respects, incredibly similar to the one i escaped six months ago. but recognizing what aspects of a circumstance are the ones making it intolerable is key. when the room is ideal but the building is on fire and the street is a sewer drain, it just means finding a similar room somewhere else.

of course it’s impossible to disconnect from the past, and though this is just a period of transition in the middle of a larger shift in life, it feels just similar enough; that we’ve rebuilt the best rooms of where we were and now the world outside seems a lot more possible.

i was having drinks with a friend in Portland about six months ago a day or two before i was leaving for Europe and he said, I don’t know how you do it, man. You can just go like that, no plan or anything. I just wouldn’t be able to handle it.

looking around the warehouse this morning I was thinking about that interaction. how my side went something like Sure but you hold down a steady job and a long-term living situation on top of having a kid. Give me half that responsibility and I will sit in the corner and cry.

two friends and I are starting this new space together, its shape yet to form but there are no shortage of imaginings as to what that will be. the confluence of events that occurred to get us to this point was a dizzying yet logical sequence where this all feels right, even though it represents a complete 180-degree change from where I was—mentally, physically, emotionally—just a few months ago.

it feels an awful lot like the last five or so years of life were practice for whatever game is about to come next.

Waiting

Waiting

Stairway

Stairway

Race

Race

Bales

Bales

Riverside

Riverside

Recline

Recline

Birds

Birds

HBF

HBF

Checking

Checking In

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