haunted.

I dream about my grandmother’s house often. The cheap blue siding. The rock wall that lined the backyard. The shed I only saw open one or two times, a cobwebbed structure that smelled of mold and damp. A basement that was half-finished and half-unfinished, the unfinished side stretching back for what seemed, at my young […]

mt. san jacinto, part 1.

  An hour into the hike, I had mentally given up. The elevation was the toughest part; I couldn’t catch my breath unless I was completely motionless and sitting. But once I sat, it was hard to get up and start walking again. I compromised by leaning against trees, counting to thirty, making myself move […]

marion mountain.

  I haven’t been camping since I was a child, and I haven’t been camping in a tent since I was a toddler. My parents’ favorite story to tell is the time the five of us crammed into a too-tiny tent and five minutes after lights out I started gagging on a penny I had […]

delicate.

S and I leave in a few hours for a camping trip in the Marion Mountains. We bought special socks for an eleven-mile hike in Mount San Jacinto. You have to take the Palm Springs aerial tramway to get there. I’ve been on it before and I took pictures the whole way up to distract […]

in alleys.

In an attempt to find inspiration in a close and accessible place, I photographed Bridgett in the alleyways behind my apartment. The beauty of Los Angeles is not outward or obvious. You have to go out in search of it. But it’s somehow much more rewarding because of the hunt. photographs of Bridgett taken in Los Angeles, […]