the following photographs are part of a series in which a stunning group
of people immersed themselves into the wild, to place in time that has long since
faded away into nothing
or into pages of books,
glass jars rusting on peeling window ledges.

myself along with a cast of people,
including the amazing photographer Scott Meivogel who owns a neat analog
photography shop in Tremont, Ohio,
created this world of escaped nomads, of ghosts,of wanderlust and the wild at heart.
these are just a few shots from the early morning fog, there will be many others to come.

I'm collaborating with some pretty neat artists next weekend

to create a beautiful photo series that is to be made into a book.
it will be lovely, and I am looking forward to it very much,
i've been in somewhat of a rutt lately.

summer has me all swept away again.

my hair's blowin in the wind.

but you can set sail to the west if you want to.
past the horizon, till I can't even see you.

far, from here
where the beaches are wide.
just leave me your wake
to remember you by.

a few shots from my weatherproof film canon on the island.
generally I strongly dislike flash photography, however I do shoot with a flash for silly
photographs like these, but I consider them a seperate entity entirely from
my regular work.
those nights were so easy and carefree.

some products of my time on the island.
it just feels,
absolutely different there.
the first evening we arrived jon chased me around the completely
vacant beach at dusk until my legs nearly gave out.
when they did, I collapsed on to the shore at that part where the sea foam meets the sand,
and he kissed me while I layed there,
i didn't photograph that moment,
i didn't want to.
but it was pretty far up there as far as moments have been so far.