You and Me Chasing Paper

"I think photography is editing, start to finish- editing life, selecting part of it to stand for the whole." --Robert Adams



All photographs and recipes featured here are mine. However, I do have another blog of photography I'm inspired by: theeyecollects.tumblr.com
McKay Road, Thornton, CO: 25 June 2006

McKay Road, Thornton, CO: 25 June 2006

104th and York, Thornton, CO: 7 December 2007

104th and York, Thornton, CO: 7 December 2007

Escapist narcotic practices belonging to a project I have called Ceiling (Sky).
My home, Northglenn, CO: 26 January 2009

Escapist narcotic practices belonging to a project I have called Ceiling (Sky).

My home, Northglenn, CO: 26 January 2009

Kelsey drove us in her truck, through a snowstorm, to get us to Lindsay’s house. Granted, we had to keep our feet of of the cassettes (and that was a threat).
Fort Collins, CO: 21 February 2009

Kelsey drove us in her truck, through a snowstorm, to get us to Lindsay’s house. Granted, we had to keep our feet of of the cassettes (and that was a threat).

Fort Collins, CO: 21 February 2009

Matthew Snook, Magnolia, NJ: 30 November 2008

Matthew Snook, Magnolia, NJ: 30 November 2008

A professor of mine once pointed out that I photograph ceilings and sky/landcapes with the same approach.  Our conversation resulted in this: Ceiling (sky)
Willoughby Residence Hall, Brooklyn, NY: 11 February 2008

A professor of mine once pointed out that I photograph ceilings and sky/landcapes with the same approach.  Our conversation resulted in this: Ceiling (sky)

Willoughby Residence Hall, Brooklyn, NY: 11 February 2008

Willoughby Residence Hall, Pratt Institute, Brooklyn, NY: 5 February 2008

Willoughby Residence Hall, Pratt Institute, Brooklyn, NY: 5 February 2008

When you take self portraits, there’s this kind of reverie you go into. You go into almost like a fugue state. You don’t blink your eyes so you get kind of woozy vision - it’s what’s called ecstatic time, I guess. Everything slows down. Your mind goes and brings bits and pieces of your past into your present and snatches a conversation back to you. And they all weave together like some kind of peculiar tapestry that’s faded in different places.