I am always watching for photo opportunities, but I wasn't looking for graffiti. 🤘 Loud black letters stretched across the car, outlined in pink. Then, the hearts. "We Hate You" and "Fuck Love." 🤘 It's an odd thing to package anger inside symbols we usually reserve for affection. Contradictions like that are easy to walk past. 🤘 They're harder to forget once you've seen them.

I have a penchant for unusual things. Sometimes it's unique shadows. Sometimes it's light. Sometimes it's symmetry. Sometimes it's the feeling of being watched. Always it's for the stories hidden in plain sight.

One Bright Spot In a collage of concrete and metal.

Some more photos! I always have more. Cracks The lens leads me to the most interesting locations. They had the right of way, but they didn't care. Cobra Chickens have zero concerns,

But, first.. Lone Ladder I saw this ladder and something about it drew me in, so, I went around the block and pulled into a spot that I'm not entirely sure a car was meant to go. It's simple, but I love it. A few nights ago I took some photos after dark, then out of curiosity, I followed up a few of those same photos during the day. Both sessions were cold, especially the night; the day was overcast. Christine was a '58 Plymouth Fury, but as I shot this car, I'm convinced I m

Hi again! If it isn't obvious yet, I like abandoned locations. Seriously. These photos are of a place I've driven by multiple times and just never stopped. Every time, though, I've felt it calling to me.. well, to my camera, anyway. Bonus Photo! The Nerve of that Fence I have to admit that my true calling in life was likely that of an Urban Explorer, but alas, fences and locks give me pause. Anyway, If it's abandoned, forgotten, or dilapidated - it's probably on my radar. Oh!