Finally, I’m off the grid of humanity, off into a place where I can just drift and drive. After four hours, I’m out past the cell zone, out past the radio. My mind and my quixotic soul are now in…
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THE BARBIE OF OIL
In an abandoned oil refinery, I drift alone under the 108 degree heat. The camel in me manifests, sucking water from one of my humps, my ghost appendage. I feel no thirst or hunger as my soul guides the process…
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GOLD OF AUTUMN
There was a time, when those who came to spawn were the only ones. They were soon followed by the fish who swim as rainbows, those who came to swallow the egg. Then came the bears with their dusted coats…
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SACCHARIN TREE
Saccharin Tree is my timeline; it represents the frozen years that are behind me. It is also about the unguarded creativity of youth, the loss of that innocence and then the slow reclamation of soul, which comes from spending nearly…
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ENTER HYENA
I was born in Edinburgh Scotland. Shortly thereafter, I was on a jumbo jet crossing the Atlantic, landing in the punch bowl of sunny, Southern California where I would spend my formative years surfing. But in retrospect, the first of…
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A FEATHER FALLS
It began here, from the 5th or 6th roll of film I ever let spool through a camera. I’d maybe shoot a roll of film a week, but I knew early on that I was drawn to photojournalism. So, I…
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