the sweeping waste; hydroptic and coldly secular

a true story about my great-uncle, from with one eye squinted

[another excerpt from with one eye squinted]

my last polaroid of 2020

abandoned homes in SW virginia

don’t burn the day away

another segment from with one eye squinted, focusing on the prevalence and theme of houses in many of my dreams

i am holy now, the water’s hit me

another snippet from with one eye squinted, recounting a story my gram always told me growing up about the night she saw apparitions of a little boy and a little girl in her room, and how nearly 20 years later when my brother and i were born, she realized those apparitions had been the spitting image of us, right down to the clothes they were wearing

AAAAA THANK YOU THANK YOU I'm glad you enjoy it!!! 💓

being dead serious when i say this may be my favorite thing anyones ever said about my photography OMG thank you so much.....glad I'm hitting those vibes dead on the mark ily 😭💕

(im not sure if ill ever get around to posting or sharing the whole thing so 😶)

i shot w black and white film for the first time at the duck pond today and I'm kinda in love........

i love polaroids that look like dreams

(not so) little river flooded yesterday

partially burnt abandoned house out in floyd