Neige

Nikon FE f/2.8 55mm Portra 400

"Untitled 2"

Every once in a while light leaks can be a happy accident, but this is not one of those once in a whiles.

"Did You Just Take A Picture Of Me?"

Sometimes you can't wait to ask someone if it is okay to photograph them.  If you wait the moment is gone, subjects change when they become camera aware.. sometimes it is for the better, and sometimes for the worse.  As this man became aware, I took the photograph with a loud clack of the shutter in the silent bookstore which only emphasized his puzzledness.  He asked, "Did you just take my picture?" to which I replied, "Yes..."  "Am I going to be famous?" he questioned.  As I walked away I laughed, "No."

Swings

          There is something amazing about bringing this little instant camera around with me and treating it like professional equipment.  That is one of my favorite things about about photography, good cameras do NOT take good photographs... good PHOTOGRAPHERS take good photographs. Every camera, every film, and every second added or subtracted from processing has a different feel, a different tone and a different story.  With film, you never know what you're gunna get until you get it.  Every camera has its own unique challenges and rewards.

F**k Tr**p

Last roll of 2016 and my first roll in my new home.  I have a feeling 2017 is going to be interesting.

Off Belay

Pentax 67ii 90mm Ektar 100

Sisters

One hundred years from now when our grand-kids have all had sex, will they look back to the past and know what they've missed? Will they think we had it better than the way they have it then? Will they gaze at a strip mall where a field had once been? Will they think they're born late like the way we now do it? Or will they curse at the present and lend credence to it? Will they hear all the old songs and think they're all true and hate all their own songs and everything new? Well I'm here to tell you as someone has known it, and someone who's lived it and someone who's grown, as somebody who somebody once loaned a home to. The grass is always greener, the past is always cleaner, the present is crap and everyone's meaner. They say we're moving towards something but I think we're moving from something. There are some folks who are more apathetic and then there are some folks who are more money grubbing. Well, I know there's always been greed and green acres, and war and peace makers. And then there's your takers and your leavers, your havers and your needers. And in this great froth as we skim through the batter, there's now many more of the former and less of the latter. Help us climb out of this pitfall disaster led by dynasties, charlatans, these not poetasters. Where there is a mortal disconnect spawned by gluttonous connection, where you pick your own culture without viewer discretion. Where there is no more history and nothing is learned. Where you shun all your kin and all your bridges are burned. Where you are what you buy and you're who what you own; and you think of yourself and you live all alone. You make yourself feel fine when everything's wrong, when world keeps turning but you're brittle as bone. So to all you future dreamers and lovers and leavers, to all those who know there's still something between us that binds us and reminds us of times the passed, I appreciate you listening to this one man's last gas. In spite of all the words that we can't fit to song, I'd thank you to take off your eye shades, please sing along

- Scott McMicken

The Fang

Pentax 67ii 90mm Ektar 100

Probably the last day of the season for the fang, it was making some pretty scary noises as we fought our way up it.

In Loving Memory

I'm not sure I have ever been so emotional taking a photograph before.  The faded words in the middle read, "In Loving Memory".  In a short period of time the gesture of memorializing someone is being erased and replaced just like the person it was intended to memorialize.  I took this image sobbing to my camera, asking it to make this gesture last just a little longer.  When my prints eventually wilt away and the internet as we know it becomes obsolete and all is lost in the abyss of endless information, I will too disappear from all memory or existence.  Like my ancestors before me, I will lay down and become something else with virtually no trace.  Like everyone else I never believed I would have to confront the truth that is mortality, until it punched me in the face.  Laying on top of my brothers grave I am happy, I am sad, I am hopeful, I am dreadful, I am scared and I am fearless.  I am human, and I take what I am given, it is totally fair but I wrongfully feel like I deserve more.  I am alive and dying, I am sick and well, I am only me, I am only me.

A Sip of Fire

Nikon FE 55mm Portra 400

I drank a thimbleful of fire and I'm not ever coming back
I do not exist, we faithfully insist
While watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You - Mewithoutyou

Cadre

Nikon FE 55mm Portra 400

A part of our hotel mirrors collection

Collodion Self Portraits

Kodak Century Camera 400mm f/4 ISO 2 Wet Plate Collodion 4x5