National Geographic Creative Photographer.
Environmental portraits. Often underwater.
And on the pier, the guy catches another catfish. #maine#pink
You know that summer day, one in a string of many, when you run with your pals, and collapse on the grass to rest and share secrets and giggle, and before you know it the day has slipped away and you look up in laughter and notice the sky has gone to pink. And the first fingers of fatigue begin to trace lines across your outside face, your cheeks begin to cool, gritty from the day and a popsicle or three. A bath awaits before you finally give over to another July spin. This evening, this summer scene I happened upon, and I remember. They own this lawn, this day, this pink, this time. #kidsinthehood
Last year we road tripped through South Dakota and Nebraska in a rented cherry red dodge. We picked up our rental at the Jackson airport yesterday and what did we find? Ps. We’ve already made it dusty. #roadtripsinredcars#tetons#yellowstone
#finnstagram has long had something of a love/hate relationship with this project, so recently it occurred to me that I hadn’t ever really explained what it’s about, the purpose of the exercise, and that maybe he’s old enough now to understand. I explained that it’s a document about his youth and that of his peers, as it is in these days of technology and natural places not yet lost, of neighborhood connections, how they bond and bend, of home in all the tangible and intangible senses of the word. It’s meant to be an authentic document, not just of the funny smiley cute moments, not just the joy, but the struggle and angst, the confusion and sometimes boredom of growing up. That my goal is an attempt to make extraordinary images of these ordinary moments and memories that are relatable and poignant to almost everyone. That I want to do this to recount and preserve these moments, for him, for his children, for others, for myself. I want to do it with respect and integrity. That sometimes I get it right and sometimes I don’t. But my intention to do it right and well is always there. He listened and I think he understood. The parts I didn’t express well, I think he felt in me. So tonight, in the waning light painted by dusk on the water and the glow of his campfire, he was generous with me and my camera. He didn’t rush or complain. He stayed in these moments with me, and I think he felt me loving him. #kidsinthehood