
Dust flies across the dried-out shores of Banks Lake in central Washington.

Dust flies across the dried-out shores of Banks Lake in central Washington.

Near Winthrop, WA.

Diablo Lake, Washington. Pretty awesome name, huh?

Photo: Mist hovers atop the Skagit River along Highway 20 (North Cascades Highway), near North Cascades National Park, Washington.
I’m really a sucker for wind turbine photos. Maybe it’s just because I’m a stereotypical Seattleite and lover of green energy, but I think these big structures are just really cool looking. This is a shot made with the iPhone’s Hipstamatic app, something I was reluctant to use at first, but which I now really enjoy for occasionally mixing things up. It’s nice to use varying mediums for photography on a regular basis. The Wild Horse Wind Farm is about two hours from Seattle near Ellensburg, Washington and I-90 and this photo is just a glimpse of the 127 turbines.

I shot the Pendleton Round-Up rodeo on Saturday and a had a great time. Check out some of the photos below.





More images from my series on the Olympic Peninsula, images made with an instant camera. Can you guess where these are from? Or rather, can you help me remember where they are from??




These are a couple shots from a recent trip in the Central Cascades in Washington State near the Pacific Crest Trail and the Henry M. Jackson Wilderness Area.


These are a couple of images I made with an instant camera gifted to me by my sister. Thanks Erin! It’s a lot of fun to use a new medium like this. Both challenging and liberating. These two pictures are part of a series from the Olympic Peninsula here in Washington state. Stay tuned to see more and thanks for looking.
I’ve known Tyler since middle school and was honored to be documenting the day he and Hiley were married. Here’s a sneak peek of their wedding photos, including a few scanned polaroids at the end. They were married on the farm of Hiley’s parents near Okanogan, Washington surrounded by goats, chickens, and longtime friends (many of them my own friends as well). The seating for guests even consisted of bales of hay topped with burlap. The ceremony and celebration that followed couldn’t have been better. Have fun in Hawaii you two and I’ll see you after the honeymoon.
















I had the privilege of meeting Jason Eskenazi last summer and he continues to be one of the best photographers that you probably haven’t heard of. (Check out his website). This is his new project, The Black Garden, on Kickstarter, which is an awesome new website designed to help find funding for creative projects. If you haven’t been to Kickstarter yet, I strongly encourage you to visit the site and have a look around. And support Jason’s latest project if you can. Stay tuned and look for one of my projects on Kickstarter soon.
I was pleased to be able to see The Bang Bang Club on opening night at the NW Film Forum in Seattle on Friday. This film tells the story of a close group of photojournalists during the height of Apartheid violence in South Africa. I enjoyed the film although it was quite depressing … and as a film/creative piece, it left much to be desired. The sound, for one, was mixed poorly and so I missed quite a bit of the dialogue. But it was very interesting to witness what are supposedly quite realistic re-enactments of combat photojournalism and scenes where outstanding photographs, including Pulitzer Prize winners, were made. I was also disappointed to see that the story pretty much avoided any mention of black, coloured, Indian, or any photojournalists of other ethnicities in the country who were working at the time. In a story that takes place in the extreme racism of Apartheid South Africa, it seems problematic to find that our heroes at the end of the day are a group of white men. There are no doubt many many unnamed heroes in the struggle that are left invisible. Of course, the film is based on the book by photojournalists and “members” of The Bang Bang Club, Joao Silva and Greg Marinovich, and that story simply didn’t include anyone but white photojournalists because that’s who happened to be in the “club.” And that is who won the Pulitzers, etc.
The film did do a great job, in my opinion, of offering the ups and downs of conflict work and the difficult emotional and ethical situations that photojournalists deal with. Specifically, we see Kevin Carter eventually commit suicide as well as try to explain whether he helped a starving little girl after photograph her being pursued by a vulture during a food crisis. Overall I give this film a B-. If I weren’t a photojournalist I would probably be less excited about the whole thing and give it a C-.