They are a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a noble height, and lording it over the surrounding country. Every change of season, every change of weather, indeed every hour of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains, and they are regarded by all the good wives, far and near, as perfect barometers. When the weather is fair and settled, they are clothed in blue and purple, and print their bold outlines on the clear evening sky; but sometimes, when the rest of the landscape is cloudless, they will gather a hood of gray vapors about their summits, which, in the last rays of the setting sun, will glow and light up like a crown of glory.
-An excerpt from Rip Van Winkle by Washington Irving
1977 was the final year of production for the original Ford Bronco. Ford's first foray into the world of compact sport utility vehicles, in many ways the Bronco set the stage for the modern day SUV as we know it. A surprisingly plush ride, I could not have asked for a better day cruising around South Jersey soaking up the final rays of winter.
After some success with our first film swap, Danny and I are back at it with another! This time around I wanted to keep it a bit more focused and decided to shoot a full roll of the best flowers that Bucks County had to offer. With simple instructions to shoot some classic British autos over top of my flowers, I shipped the roll off to Danny in Yorkshire to see what he could see. I could not be happier with the results and am already looking forward to our next swap!
I could not be more excited to have my series Interstellar Exploration, shot on Lomochrome Purple, up on The Field. Having my photographs and words along side those of some truly bad ass adventurers is incredible. Head over to The Field to read more about how I found myself in Iceland and the inspiration behind the photos!
Typhoon with support from the Bad Bad Hats and Sunbathe January 26, 2018 at Union Transfer
I have found there is a special kind of silence that can only be heard during the first real snow of the year.
I have both driven and ridden my bike over the Indian River Inlet bridge many times since they rebuilt it in 2012. Every time I cross at night, I am completely blown away by how beautiful it is. On my last visit I had my tripod and the rest of my inaugural roll of Cinestill 800 from the The York County Fair.
Fun Fact: Halation, according to the Google, is the spreading of light beyond its proper boundaries to form a fog around the edges of a bright image in a photograph or on a television screen. It is also the primary reason that I have fallen in love with so many Cinestill 800 photos. The halation, especially of red light, is absolutely incredible and really makes it feel straight out of an old movie.
A few months ago during my PHL -> NYC Shop Visit Extravaganza! I finally picked up a roll of Cinestill 800, a tungsten motion picture film that was adapted for still photography. For my first go at it, I brought a tripod along to the York County Fair.
There are few things I cherish more than cruising Upper Bucks County in late October and it was great to share it with my good buddy Dan. I've slowly started bringing a little Olympus Stylus with me and was experimenting with shooting position and proximity. This ride also included incredible baked oatmeal and coffee from one of my all time favorite spots.
Finally! The second installment of From Where I Ride is here. This time I lugged my trusty K1000 around good ole Bucks County! Many of these roads are amongst my favorites and although I ride them with some frequency, there is always something new to see. From a hungry Tyrannosaurus rex to a flock of butterflies, you never quite know what you're going to run into. With a few steeper climbs than my average ride, this one really got that blood pumpin'!
The first Ford Mustang was introduced in 1964 and changed the face of American sports cars forever.
This tower is one of maybe a handful of concrete towers that dot the Delaware shoreline. They were built during World War II with the purpose of defending US shores from German submarines. Most of the towers lay abandoned and are permanently inaccessible.