"Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it." —David Foster Wallace
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#freethenipple /
Because it's my birthday and because it really has been too long since I've done a print giveaway, I'm sending out a signed 4x6 of my #freethenipple print (tucked away in a cute little card) to 10 random people that comment either here and/or on the corresponding Facebook post.
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As we were driving through the city a few nights ago I said "I feel lonely in this city. It's cold and unwelcoming and I don't have any ties or connections here." And it's true, I feel displaced in Denver, a fact I keep hoping will change in time.
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"Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence." —The Little Prince
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This chick is so fun to work with especially when I'm saying things like "Dammit, Angela, you can't do anything right!" and "I don't wanna see your face in these pictures again! You're ruining everything!"
Read MorePost-Civilization /
“It's in the morning, for most of us. It's that time, those few seconds when we're coming out of sleep but we're not really awake yet. For those few seconds we're something more primitive than what we are about to become. We have just slept the sleep of our most distant ancestors, and something of them and their world still clings to us. For those few moments we are unformed, uncivilized. We are not the people we know as ourselves, but creatures more in tune with a tree than a keyboard. We are untitled, unnamed, natural, suspended between was and will be, the tadpole before the frog, the worm before the butterfly. We are for a few brief moments, anything and everything we could be. And then...and then -- ah -- we open our eyes and the day is before us and ... we become ourselves.”—Jerry Spinelli
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I couldn't find your mouth in the darkness
or your waist to put my arms around at midnight
and I can't know what it's like to be a man like you
loving the woman clenching her fists until daylight
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Artists are some of the most hard-working and loving people I know, conquering the daily grind but guarding their heart enough to piecemeal their art. It's a balancing act of colossal fortitude and it isn't easy.
Read MoreLove Never Fails /
I love shooting two people in love. I love catching all of the little moments in between the planned and posed and easy smiling shots; the more intimate, real and honest seconds that seemingly freeze and last for little eternities, and when you think and hope and pray that perhaps they forgot there's a camera there with a person behind it capturing these small instances before they slip away.
Read MoreLiberation and The Normal Wood Creates the Sea /
I've been wanting to shoot this woman naked for years. To quickly capture just a glimpse and solidify her beautiful art-plastered body in photographs for infinitude. Shanna's my tattoo artist and one hell of a chick and I've photographed her before but never was there such tenaciousness in the air.
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And I wanna sit outside in the dark except for the light of the distant moon with you and marvel at the perfectly ludicrous idea that men have traveled that far from home. We're both far from home and yet here we are - contently home.
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I am my mother and father's only child and thus I am inherently the sole creation and survivor of their violent and combustible union. I am the only witness and I am the lonely product of a regrettable amalgamation.
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I can't look at the sky and not think of you. I can't look at each and every single drop, every reflection of your eyes in the mirrors of the falling rain. I can't not think of you when the smells of the wet earth conquer my body like an invading army at the battle of I Love You More Than love.
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"Come with every wound and every woman you’ve ever loved; every lie you’ve ever told and whatever it is that keeps you up at night. Every mouth you’ve punched in, all the blood you’ve ever tasted. Come with every enemy you’ve ever made and all the family you’ve ever buried and every dirty thing you’ve ever done; every drink that’s burnt your throat and every morning you’ve woken with nothing and no one. Come with all your loss, your regrets, sins, memories, black outs, secrets. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you." —Warsan Shire
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He asked me today if I'm happy. I said as long as I'm looking forward, not looking back. There's still so much hurt in his eyes and remorse in mine.
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We do a lot of sitting in silence these days, watching, touching, grazing, gazing into each other, being. Just being. We've spent so many years talking. So many long years. But we'd never touched each other's skin, felt the ways the shape of our faces changed in the palms of our hands when we smiled. Or laughed. Or kissed.
Read MoreThe Mountains Are Calling /
"The mountains are calling and I must go." ―John Muir
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After much deliberation (and finding the perfect spot to camp completely by ourselves in the mountains nestled right between two beautiful and fast flowing rivers) Mike and I have decided we're never coming home.
Read MoreStatic /
It's funny how profoundly your priorities can shift when absolutely necessary. It's not funny how easily your deepest passions can be bumped down the list. I should always make room and time for these things, even and especially if they're not lucrative.
Read More"The Erotic Photos of Rebecca Tillett" /
The effect of 'alienating' is amplified when these naked women populate the interior of an everyday kitchen or a bathroom, seemingly unsuitable places to take them. There is always an element that creates imbalance in these photos, which pushes the eye to be hung on a detail, provocative, ironic, unsettling, depending on the choice of the artist, or simply preparing the viewer.
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