I am many things.
If you found this from my artsier Instagram page, you’ll already know that I often prefer to have words to go along with my images.
Call it vanity, call it ADHD, I just sometimes need people to know what I think. This is the space for me to discuss that.
This is also the space for me to write voluminously at/about/around pictures I take. It’s a safe bet, at this point, that I “yearn to be a street photographer”.
(Hence the title.)
As such, this blog will be random writings couched in the language of “here’s words needed to make more sense of the world around me”.
This intro, like me (and us all), is a work in progress.
The me I want to be
When it comes to Christmas and Christmas-adjacent activities, it turns out, there is not much better than that. I love my aunt and uncle, and they had dreamt about this farm for a long time. After my aunt’s cancer scare in the early 2010s, they decided to sell their (really nice) house and put all of their time and effort into building this tree farm. Not just to supply the community with Christmas trees and various holiday-related things, but also to be a place that uplifts kids and adults who are battling cancer.
Snow in, snow out
Snow is at its most virtuous when it is untouched. It reminds us of the beauty of nature unmarred by human meddling. How quickly these images leave, when then touched by the path of feet, cars, and children making snowmen. It felt right to use my favorite (and most malleable) film stock to keep those images for as long as I could.
An unexpected Sunday afternoon - pics from 4/19/26
Wherein I extoll the virtues of changing plans, Cinestill 800t, and shooting Delta 100 on a medium format SLR. Also where I first ‘announce’ that I’ll be selling prints at a market at a booth of my own!
A sad and lonely wanderer
Wherein I talk about my least favorite NYE in recent memory, interspersed with some street shooting I did that same day in Seattle.