This is going to be a hard post to write. Back in late-May of 2020, Ashley and I looked at what is now our house. We were excited about the prospect of putting an offer on this quiet little property during a time when the world seemed full of chaos. Before we even set up a time to go see it, we drove to the end of the street, parked, and got out to look at it from the sidewalk. A woman wandered…
In an entry I made to Instagram ten years ago today, I wrote a borderline melodramatic paragraph about turning thirty. “10,905 days. 1564 weeks. 30 years,” it began. Marking the granular details of the passage of time felt appropriate, and honestly, I still don’t think it’s a bad idea ten years later. The image I chose for the post showed the corner of a building that I liked at the time. To the…
For the summer of 2024, Ashley and I decided to explore some of New England since visiting NYC and Philadelphia in previous years. Having friends who’ve visited and recommended that part of the country as recently as February, we wanted to see and experience it for ourselves. We started our trip in Boston. This is Day 1.
I took an old camcorder to a recent party at Travis and Allie’s house, and we recorded a silly 90s-inspired intro to a sitcom that doesn’t exist called “Tiki Nite” that shares a skeleton with the intro to Full House. We had fun making it, and I had an even better time putting it together piece by piece.
When Middletown was given $25,000 in the early 20th century to build and run one of Andrew Carnegie's libraries, the corner of First Avenue and Curtis Street changed forever. Though it's abandoned today, it's looking for a new owner.
Gary, once an attractive destination for those chasing the American Dream, descended from being in the top five biggest cities in Indiana with a booming economy to a place with substantially fewer people and a surplus of abandoned buildings. So how did the American city with so much to offer ultimately become a shell of what it once was?
While I've played with a variety of 35mm film stocks over the last few years, I don't think any of them mirror my love/hate relationship with analog photography better than Ilford HP5 Plus.
This trip had the right balance of city life, rural life, and natural beauty to introduce me to living in the West. We'd driven hundreds of miles, walked thousands of steps, visited three states, and saw everything from Vegas casinos to abandoned buildings in the desert. My itch to travel, ever-insatiable as it may be, had been sufficiently scratched for the time being.
Day three of our trip began with a drive in the rental east out of Las Vegas. The plan for the morning was to explore western landscapes and bodies of water I'd never seen before, including a national landmark that I've always wanted to see.
I woke up in the Rio on July 23rd refreshed and ready for the day's planned journey into the Mojave Desert. Having never been to that section of Western America before, it was exciting to load up the rental car with our camera gear to chart new (to me) territory.
It wasn't until the last several years that I began to seriously consider taking a trip to Las Vegas. After listening to a 99pi episode about how the city teeters on the bleeding edge of emerging architectural styles before they become popular, I wanted to see it for myself.
To grow my understanding of Cincinnati's history, I went on the Tenement Life North of Liberty Walking Tour given by volunteers of the OTR Museum. The tour explores the history of how people lived in the late-1800s and early-1900s in Over-the-Rhine—specifically the way they lived north of Liberty Street.
Ovation, the 25-acre mixed-use development planned by Corporex to transform the northwestern corner of Newport, has completed its first phase of construction with the addition of PromoWest Pavilion at Ovation—a music venue that promises big things for the river's edge. I wrote about it for UrbanCincy.com.
As it concluded its warm-up, my eyes widened, my heart rate climbed, and I picked it up in both of my hands, drawing it closer to my face. Intent not to miss a single moment, I focused on the scratched up, tiny little LCD knowing in the next second I would be reacquainted with something familiar from my past.