You hadn’t looked at me in days. You hadn’t really seen me in years. You saw only the heavy black clouds enclosing me. You didn’t understand me. You didn’t want to. You wanted something easier. You wanted to believe you deserved better. You wanted someone smiling back at you from future days. You wanted to stop cranking your neck backward in hopelessness and exhaustion.Read More
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"When love is not madness it is not love.” —Pedro Calderón de la BarcaRead More
"Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.
A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail."Read More
When I was still a teenager, I bought a beautiful book showcasing some of the most gorgeous nude and erotic photographs of the time. It was phenomenal, and it only fueled my passion for photo documentation of the female body. Anyway, on the first page there was a a graceful but delicate quote about how all photographs are essentially about love. And I loved that quote. It alludes me now and a quick google search yields no results, but I know I still own the book. Someday soon I'll find it.Read More
Amanda and I met on the very first day of middle school. We were only 11 years old, both only children without any real friends at this new school and we happened to have the exact same class schedule. Since then we've been best friends, we've fought, we've been there for each other through extremely hard times, we've lost touch, we've reconnected and ultimately I've always loved her very much despite the infrequent turbulence. That's life after all. Most of my best memories growing up are with her and I'd be lying if I said I'd never repeat my teenage years if I was ever given the chance. Sneaking out of the house, wandering the streets on a warm desert summer night, laughing the entire time - just to acquire a Jones Soda. If only I'd grasped how incredible and fleeting that time was back then.Read More
This is an 11x14 Untitled b&w print from my Beginnings set (which include images from 2003 and earlier; click the photo to see more) that was actually originally printed to send to Taschen for inclusion into the book The New Erotic Photography back in 2007. This is the actual print they scanned and returned to me.Read More
My lips will utter what you wanna hear,
as long as you and delight are standing near.
Don't worry darling, it's all sincere.
This is my favorite shot from the last shoot with Jessie before she left. It took us forever to find a location but the white walls of this building proved to be a nice contrast to the black dress.Read More