New Projects: The Palette Series, and Compact

I’ve just started a new photo project (because I don’t have enough half-finished projects laying around, including my documentary At The Edge Of The Sea, which is half-way thru post and may put me in my grave before it’s done). I did a shoot last week that involved photographing an art class doing oil paintings, and my friend Phillip (the actual photographer on this job) mentioned how cool the mixing pallets for each of the students were.

And BANG, just like that I’m obsessed and have a new project:

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I love them because they are sort of textural and abstract at the same time. And the colors! Meow.

In the interest of my sanity, I am going to abandon (har) my “Abandonded Buildings” project, largely because I can’t compete with the incredible stuff that’s being done in that area – really, go hit up Instagram and look up @abandoned_world and some of the other photographers doing stuff in that vein, it’ll blow your mind – and replace it with this new Palette series.

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Also on the new (sob) project front, I’m planning to start a web series called “Compact” which is all about small-space living – tiny houses (I’m obsessed with tiny houses), living on boats, RV living, cool studio conversions, you name it. I think it’ll be really fun. I’m constantly trying to downsize/simplify my own life so this gives me an outlet for that particular obsession.

Projects! I just listened to a Tim Ferriss podcast where he talked to musician/artist/all around cool babe Amanda Palmer, and at one point she talked about constantly having like 97 projects going at once, and I swear my reaction was, thank god it’s not just me. Hopefully you’ll enjoy some of my nonsense as it gets out there…

New Images in “Abandoned”

These are some new images in my “Abandoned” Series, shot recently near Decatur, Ga.

This is the fireplace inside a small collapsed residential home in Decatur. The roof has fallen in and the kitchen floor, once covered in cheerful red linoleum, has collapsed into the basement. Someone loved this house once - there are raised garden beds in the back and a bed of irises in the front yard. I often wonder what happened to them.
This is the fireplace inside a small collapsed residential home in Decatur. The roof has fallen in and the kitchen floor, once covered in cheerful red linoleum, has collapsed into the basement. Someone loved this house once – there are raised garden beds in the back and a bed of irises in the front yard. I often wonder what happened to them.
Gullatt's Grocery was once a small shop attached to the owner's home, that served the local residents of this neighborhood - workers in a nearby steel mill. I first found this building about a year ago and then couldn't relocate it - at one point I honestly thought I'd hallucinated it. Then just a week ago I stumbled over it again while out with a friend. I guess the ghosts of Gullatt's decided they were finally ready to be photographed.
Gullatt’s Grocery was once a small shop attached to the owner’s home, that served the local residents of this neighborhood – workers in a nearby steel mill. I first found this building about a year ago and then couldn’t relocate it – at one point I honestly thought I’d hallucinated it. Then just a week ago I stumbled over it again while out with a friend. I guess the ghosts of Gullatt’s decided they were finally ready to be photographed.

Photo of the Week: Angel

double exposure w Holga camera, Oakland Cemetery, Atlanta
double exposure w Holga camera, Oakland Cemetery, Atlanta

This is part of my Southern Spirits project, and is shot with a Holga camera, a weird 80’s era Chinese┬ácamera that had wonky controls and was never quite light-tight – experienced Holga users would cover the camera in duct tape to seal it – so you wound up with crazy, unpredictable double exposures and light streaks across the frame, and you literally never knew what you would get. I think it suits this picture really well – it’s a child’s grave in Oakland cemetery in Atlanta (children’s monuments often include small angels and flowers) that bled into another shot of the sky.