Photography navigated my life through the bullshit, allowing me to secretly expressed myself in a less harmful way than drinking and adrenaline. I placed undertones of anxiety, loss and regret in my work, while relating to my surroundings. By telling my story through photos and words it allowed me to connect with a lot of people who normally wouldn’t open up. Photography gave me a golden ticket into these people's homes and minds. Words & photography extract from "Bad Reputation", a new piece Published (in print) for Desillusion Magazine.
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A herd of Roosevelt elk surround a dead tree.
We brake camp as the cold cracks our skin. Headed deeper into foreign land; onto native land.
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This is the dump in Neah Bay. It is also home to The Wedge. Possibly, Washington’s best wave. I don’t know. Don’t tell your friends.
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We always roll up to the ferry booth with Seven surfboards on the roof, five camping bags and one passenger. Yea, you gotta hide some bodies to cut costs.