You employ stone, wood and concrete, and with these materials you build houses and palaces. That is construction. Ingenuity is at work.
But suddenly you touch my heart, you do me good, I am happy and I say: “This is beautiful.” That is Architecture. Art enters in.
– Le Corbusier
Photographed at the National Autonomous University of Mexico (UNAM).
Overview of the sprawl, haze, smog, architecture, and commotion that constitutes Mexico City. Look closely in the third image and you’ll notice Avenida Juárez (along with the rest of the Paseo de la Reforma) has been closed to auto traffic and the pedestrians and cyclists have taken over. Mexico City is starting to like itself and to cultivate a sense of intimacy in scale that betrays its reputation as an urban landscape gone awry.
Fresh scans of negatives from my travels to reunite with my stolen identity. Taken somewhere on the train from Gorna Oryahovitsa to Sophia, Bulgaria.
Exploring California’s exquisitely vague Central Valley region on a trip back from Sacramento.
Not so long ago (almost a decade) I was in Italy studying color reduction woodcut printmaking with one of my professors from the University of Nebraska. At the time, I was under the impression that I was some sort of gifted, up and coming printmaker. (It is truly remarkable what a perfect storm of ego the mixture of anti-depressants, alcohol, and youth can produce). It seems like an eternity and, by all current accounts it was. I mean, look at this photo… it was taken with an honest-to-gawd film camera because there was no alternative that could do a suitable job. The shock, the horror… the disappointment! I remember returning from this trip (I was 20 and this was my first time leaving the US), dropping off my numerous rolls of film at what I thought was a reputable lab and then waiting. And waiting. And eventually getting some of the worst prints of my life.