life, unabridged

We go down to that corner when our heavy hearts have heard the sound

Down to that corner, and the next you know we are down for the count 

And there are oceans in our shoes, and the way the mountains move

As the earth is split in two, we all fall down

We go down to that corner when our heavy hearts have heard the sound

Down to that corner, and the next you know we are down for the count 

And there are oceans in our shoes, and the way the mountains move

As the earth is split in two, we all fall down

 

http://theseunitedstates.net/ (<-dig that real deep)

All day, all night. 

Spring in New York

Caleb by the seashore.

A few months back I was fortunate enough to have been asked to contribute a set of photographs to the literary art magazine, The Bensonhurst Review. An honor in itself, I was delighted when one of photos was selected for the cover. I somehow managed to get a good amount of my concert photography published in various magazines, but always kind of felt indifferent about it. As I started progressing towards documentary and fine art photography, I became much more guarded with what I made visible to the public. Similar to my career as a musician, I&#8217;m rather guarded with it, producing most of it under different names and going through troublesome efforts to detach it from my real life. Sure, it may be a flawed system to most, but it works for me.
I started this blog, in part, to serve as a quiet outlet to some of that work. (Who knows, I may eventually post some music here.) I digress. I thought the cover photo may find living here a lot like being home. The resolution is a little spotty. This is just a screencap of a pdf. If you&#8217;re interested in learning more about The Bensonhusrt Review, contact me. I will be pleased to get you in touch the right people. 

A few months back I was fortunate enough to have been asked to contribute a set of photographs to the literary art magazine, The Bensonhurst Review. An honor in itself, I was delighted when one of photos was selected for the cover. I somehow managed to get a good amount of my concert photography published in various magazines, but always kind of felt indifferent about it. As I started progressing towards documentary and fine art photography, I became much more guarded with what I made visible to the public. Similar to my career as a musician, I’m rather guarded with it, producing most of it under different names and going through troublesome efforts to detach it from my real life. Sure, it may be a flawed system to most, but it works for me.

I started this blog, in part, to serve as a quiet outlet to some of that work. (Who knows, I may eventually post some music here.) I digress. I thought the cover photo may find living here a lot like being home. 

The resolution is a little spotty. This is just a screencap of a pdf. If you’re interested in learning more about The Bensonhusrt Review, contact me. I will be pleased to get you in touch the right people. 

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