It was fun shooting the car (truck?), mainly because I got to be the one driving and the one shooting. I tried to get the camera close enough for some imposing photographs, but far enough away to be out of danger. As is visible in some of the photos, the sand gets shot with considerable force, and the vehicle isn’t always under complete control.
For the last couple of months I’ve had a concept in mind for a photo series involving the woods. I wanted it to have a combination of prison escape slash post-apocalyptic survival slash hunted feel.
I wasn’t sure exactly where to start, but I did feel like it’d be necessary to have a buzzed haircut, so I did that first.
Recently the weather’s been pretty nice, which I didn’t think would work for what I wanted. So when it started raining again this week, I decided I’d just go for it.
I took an undershirt and ripped it up a bit (sorry Kenneth Cole), put it on as well as a pair of gray jeans. I didn’t worry about shoes because another part I was certain about was that I’d be barefoot. No one escapes from anywhere with their shoes on, let’s just be realistic.
I’m not a pyromaniac, but fire has always fascinated me. Even the smallest of flames like the one on the end of a matchstick or a lighter can burn incredibly bright.
The evening light was fading fast and the air was getting cold. I wanted to get the little bit of blue left in the sky in my shot to contrast with the bright warm glow of a flame.
Not wanting to get too extreme, I decided to forego actually lighting something on fire. I stuck with using just a small Bic lighter.
Fun fact: did you know that technically lighters were invented before the match?
At any rate, history didn’t really play into my shoot.
In total, my first international trip in years lasted for about 12 hours. It could have been longer, I could have explored more, but I got what I wanted and figured it’d be worth it to plan a significantly longer trip than try to milk the current one for any more than it needed to be.
Do you ever look in the mirror and wonder which one is the reflection and which one is you? i.e., the inspiration for this set.
My breakfast of choice: morning berries oatmeal by Greenleaf Juicing Company.
As I started walking downhill towards what looked like a good location, I slipped (hard) and slammed into the mud. With my (now muddy) plastic-wrapped camera/tripod combo in hand, I decided that I was committed. I stopped worrying about the fact that it was freezing cold and muddy and started to just enjoy it.
Probably 90% of the photos I shot were out of focus, but those were some of my favorites. In reviewing them, the fact that they were blurry felt like part of the story.
The biggest thing I learned from doing this is how slippery mud can be, how cold April showers are, and that you’ve got to embrace accidents or obstacles as opportunities for improvisation.
There’s something about industrial districts that just invites photography. This particular alley was not as abandoned as it looks.
The triangle was really an accident.
Adventures in a Ford Explorer Sport and Jeep Wrangler at the beach near Pacific City, i.e., the all-American holiday.
There’s something freeing about doing a cartwheel. I want to get better at them.
A wooden stool is so perfect for sitting and standing. Its beauty is in its simplicity.
Fake album covers for days. The music would be rad if it were actually produced. “Dummy Head” is what I was called when I asked a previously answered question.
As bright as these sections are, they’re entirely moonlit. Clear weather and big windows go together like a bug in a rug.
I probably shoot more photos of myself holding the F3 than I actually shoot with it. Mostly because I’m incredibly impatient when it comes to seeing my pictures. That said, I have a couple of rolls of film waiting to be developed.
I wanted to try something different but I wasn’t sure where to start. As much as I like bright, happy images, I really wanted to try something darker. Not physically, but conceptually. Most of the time we photograph people who are smiling. There isn’t anything wrong with that. Smiling is great. Happiness is great. But other emotions exist too, and the idea of documenting these appealed to me.
Wearing just a plain white t-shirt, I turned on the shower and got to taking some pictures. To add to the mood, I kept the water cold. The icy water pouring over my face, getting in my open eyes and soaking my shirt helped me keep my expression in line with the concept. My phone got pretty wet, but luckily Apple’s claim of water-resistance held true.
Shadows on my face create patterns in my eyes.
Look up, the rains may have stopped; the sun may be shining.