That’s the thing about life. You just don’t know till you try.
Roll I : Poppies in Film
Ilford Delta 3200 135-36
Nikon FE2, Micro-NIKKOR 55mm, Red 25
The Sanctuary of Living Space
It was beautifully overcast yesterday. A little rain in June. Our garden is starting bloom. Many of these plants began as seeds that we started in February. It is very exciting to watch them mature as I remember the day they each first poked through the dirt. Then, when they were big enough, lovingly transplanted into containers, and finally when Spring arrived, we put them in the ground. Continue reading “Impressions from a Secret Garden”
A brand spankin’ new single release in collaboration with iconic producer John Fryer (This Mortal Coil, Depeche Mode, NIN, Love & Rockets)
Inspired by psychedelic journeys and times gone by, this song is also a tribute to the roots of gothic/industrial and the incredible and oft unsung trailblazers who have had such profound influence and continue to inspire music and culture around the world…
“Messages by Dreams is soulful dreampop; a tangle of barbed wire and muslingauze that unwinds only by tearing into fibres.”
– Cold War Night Life
“Before The Tears Came not only feels like a 4AD title, it actually sounds like one as well. In fact, you can say Black Needle Noise made the fourth album that This Mortal Coil never made.” – Peek-A-Boo
A Fine Art Photo Zine…
Reflections of Emptiness in the American West
I have begun work on a collection of black and white nature and landscape photography in film of the American West. Haunting and minimalist, raw and complex, these images document a personal journey of traveling on faith and uncovering deep mysteries.
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“And he who has considered all the contrasts on this earth, and is no more disturbed by anything whatever in the world, the Peaceful One, freed from rage, from sorrow, and from longing, he has passed beyond birth and decay.” – Buddha
Captured and printed with my phone and published to Instagram, these photographs of a historical cemetery near my home in Northern California have been coming to mind lately. The graveyard rests upon a hill among an old grove of trees. I’ve been walking and photographing there since I moved several years ago.