A pile of six heads, neatly stacked, greeted us when we stepped down from the ramp.  Each was easily recognizable as having once belonged atop the shoulders of a living, breathing human being, and yet each was also almost as unremarkable as the next.  In death, they had lost everything that had made them so … More Heads

*This one is sans photographs. There just wasn’t an image in my arsenal that fit well enough to include. Memory is entirely unreliable, I know that. It is malleable and moldable and completely subject to the influence of third-party stimuli. Parts of memory are certainly rooted in the unquestionably accurate recording of sensory input, the … More The Solution

If I had to choose one example to use as a summary, to capture in a nutshell what it is like to travel and hunt down shots with me, it would be my time at the Grand Canyon.