January 2011
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XVI
This photograph was made at my friend Vikki’s old house in Irondequoit. This photograph typifies not only her home, but also my idea of home. The house she lived in was elegant and quiet; the two things that I love the most in a house. Everything in that house fit perfectly and nothing ever seemed out of place. She is in Washington, D.C. getting her Master’s Degree now and her...
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XV
Looking through my photographs, I realize that I am drawn to create incredibly quiet photographs. Some might say “lonely” and that may be the case; at least with some of them. Many of my photographs are calm, soft, and quiet and there is an absence of Man throughout or rather, an absence of human beings. Many contain examples of Man’s leavings. The things that we leave...
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XIV
This is my bed at my father’s house. My parents divorced when I was five or six years old and when I was about 8, my dad moved into the house that he lives in now. I hated going to visit him growing up because it was a 4+ hour drive one way and on the Interstate. Doing that every other weekend for 8 years got really old really fast. The only thing that I really liked was that I had a...
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XIII
All that I can think about when I view this photograph is the carnival that used to happen every summer in the park behind the house that I grew up in. I remember my grandparents visiting and my grandfather giving me five dollars to spend however I wanted. I would usually blow it all on the darts game or the one where you throw ping pong balls into the little glass bowls to try and win...