Midday sun and a cemetery. Not the textbook combination certainly, but I went anyway. Not because the light was ideal, but because that’s when I was there. Walking through a cemetery in the middle of the day, the light is blunt and unromantic. Nothing is softened; it isn't cinematic. Every crack, every patch of lichen, every letter carved is exposed. It's honest. It's real. Midday doesn’t hide anything. It shows age plainly. Memory after the last visit. Color against winter

About forty minutes from Tucumcari, on the way home, sits Glenrio, a state-line ghost town with a population of zero and more character than many places still full of people. I visited Glenrio during my New Mexico vacay of 2024 and it was wonderful to return! Glenrio is... a weathered apocalyptic landscape, dense, like a storm-before-the-storm. I love it. I’ve watched YouTube videos of people visiting Glenrio over the years, and the graffiti tells its own timeline, layered

Time to head back to Kansas! But first, some Tucumcari photos. Tucumcari, New Mexico has many abandoned and dilapidated buildings on display - a moody, haunted photographer's dream. Abandoned places that look like they whisper at night. This feels like a town with enough layers to reveal something new every time you return. And return I will.

After missing the full effect of Quarai Salinas due to ill-mannered hours, the night would conclude at Motel Safari in Tucumcari, New Mexico, not at all by accident. Motel Safari was a favored stay from 2024's New Mexico trip and I was thrilled to be visiting again. But first, a detour to Cuervo, NM, where the Cuervo Church is rumored to be something worth stopping for. Rumors are accurate. A solitary structure among other solitary structures, each deserving - insisting - t

From the Wigwam Motel in Holbrook, the next destination was the Petrified Forest National Park... ..into the Painted Desert. A few shots from the road... ..that led back into New Mexico... What in the Breaking Bad...,? ..where the Quarai unit of the Salinas Pueblo Missions National Monument in Mountainair was closed. Quite rude. Fortunately, there were still some good shots in the area... ..as well as some creepiness... ..and a new friend. I can tell he felt the same way.

I’m not interested in volume, spectacle, or excess. I’m not interested in novelty for its own sake, or in making images louder than the moment requires. Photography, for me, is not a persona or a performance. It’s a practice—one that improves slowly, without shortcuts. I’m drawn to restraint: quiet structures, pauses, and what remains unresolved. I care more about intent than output, and more about coherence than volume. I’m interested in images that can stand on their own. I

Between the desert and what comes next, there was snow. Record breaking winter storms were predicted this weekend and snowfall kept us comfortably inside for two days. But today, we were finally allowed some much needed outdoor breath. Movement No hesitation And escape for myself. Not alone out here. Beneath the snow, something is still moving. Stay safe and warm.