A women I met at the MetroRail/TriRail in Miami
She was 10 in the first picture. Her mother holds her in their old back yard. The imprint at the top says April 1968. The second picture I took as I waited for my train. Today she shares the alley beside the MetroRail/TriRail transfer station in Miami with a friend. She has been living there [...]
Florida
I’ve been back in the US for about two months and posted edits of the pictures from China and Sudan in the projects section. After bouncing around Georgia and Kentucky I’m settling down in Miami with Edward Linsmier to freelance.
Last day in Florida
The internship is done. Everything is being packed up. Tomorrow I start my meandering trip home.
Shrimping off the coast of Pasco, FL
One of my last self-assigned projects during my internship at the St. Petersburg Times was a night out on a Shrimping vesel.
Tornado hits prison
The women were evacuated minutes before a tornado ripped off a wing of the jail. They walked out with ID cards and left their few belongings to blow across the back lawn and into fences. A picture package of cliche personal effects after a natural disaster has a little more meaning when these are the [...]
Now for something a little different
This Saturday was a Christmas festival in New Port Richey. I become a photographer unlike myself, put direct flash on, didn’t talk with people, just walked around trying to show the festival as its unvarnished self with a little symbolism.
Showing that 24 / 1.4 a little love
A few photos that I liked from my latest assignments at the St. Pete Times
Personal Stories
I never dreamed of the range of people that I can talk with in a single day under the guise of being a photographer. They open up their life to me, the economics of their business, the details of hard nights. Now if I can just figure out which one has the answer. John, I [...]
The last perfect summer day
The Coronada Mud Hole isn’t on any maps but it attracts so many mudders on Memorial Day that trucks ring all the way around the pit. Today only the shouts and laughs of the Orshal family ring out in the middle of the forest. The sun forces you to run for the shade or the [...]
