That’s what we do; we make photographs by stopping time for 1/500th of a second and preserve that moment that otherwise is forever once and gone.
Shit! 2018 is only hours away . . .
It was in Chicago that I discovered what love is, what love is not, and how lust can blind. It was in Chicago that I became a better man.
Earlier this month, I began a small project of documenting autumn around the city, in particular from various viewpoints and locations. At least I attempted to, anyways, as I eventually got caught up… Continue reading
Three weeks ago, my friend Adam Barbanell, a fellow fencer, photographer, and fencing photographer, invited me to accompany him on a photo-trek through the Morton Arboretum out west in Lisle, Illinois. He had… Continue reading
Originally, I had planned on spending this weekend at home, resting and working at my leisure on my couch. It has been a particularly long and wearing week—or rather several weeks—with inundating and… Continue reading
