There is something about the vintage feel that only comes with film.
Driving around one day I saw this phone booth. Imagine the calls that were made on it… drug deals, a call to mom to for a ride, maybe someone calling for a pizza. How the times have changed!
Hidden around Memphis, TN
Some see another drive, another road, a way to a destination. Empty roads remind me of a Robert Frost poem. Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference. Although we think we will be back and intend to be that often isn’t the case… sometimes a photo captures a moment that we may never live again.
The abstract, the strange, the different, the kind of grungy.
While leaving Winnipeg I snapped this shot. It would be my last photo taken in Canada.
Film photography… the end of an era on the onslaught of a digital revolution. We live in a time where more photos are taken in a day then any other time in history. With the nearest camera as far away as our pocket. If you where born in the last 20 years chances are you never even used a film camera. You never knew the joy of going to the 1 hour photo and receiving a neatly packed yellow Kodak envelope with a stack of photos and negatives. The rush of looking at the photos you had eagerly anticipated and the joy of seeing what had come out. Sadly there’s not to may of these places around today. In the digital age shooting film gives every photo a feel that is well… not digital. Film takes time, it requires you to plan out your shots. I’m proud to say that some of my best photos have been and will continue to be on film.
One thing you won’t see in the movie Fargo is the beautiful theater downtown. (Because the movie was not even filmed there, just saying) I wish I could say that this place meant more to me… maybe in the future I will come up with a good story about it. I have always been pretty good at making up stories.
On the side of the road in a small town along I-94 in North Dakota rests this abandoned gas station. I feel like I had drove past it a hundred times before, always on my way somewhere else. The building became almost symbolic to me, a marker along the way but never a destination. Maybe the day I took this picture I was feeling nostalgic or maybe I knew deep down I wouldn’t see it again for a while. As way leads to way… As simple as it is, to me it’s one of my most treasured shots.
Maybe it was all the time I spent in Arizona, California, and down in Mexico enjoying Coke out of a glass bottle but it never seems to get old. I think what I love the most about Coke is you can share one with anyone one literally anywhere! From the jungles of South America to the Swiss Alps it’s one of those things you can find everywhere. It’s like an old familiar friend.
As a photographer, the goal is to tell a story behind every photo.