I honestly can’t tell you how this entire shoot came about. I remember driving to Bozeman, Montana to hang out with Jeremiah Spray, then onward to Missoula go shoot some people in love and their goats, too. ( No really. Click here.) Something about pulling up to his house, running in slow motion...
Really. Two goats. One that I’ve technically adopted in Montana, and another I chased through the desert in Arizona like a madman for no other reason than I was trying to take a photo of it with my iPhone. I know, right? Like a Russian bartender in San Francisco once told me, ”...
I’m not great with words. At best, I spazz out something slightly comical and sarcastic, toss in a few photos that are mediocre if anything, and call it a blog. The comedic is easy for me. The avoidance of all things painful, awkward and uncomfortable is safe. But I can’t do that...
Like a trucker in line at a gas station in Flagstaff, AZ once told me, ” Hey kid, I have candy in my car. ” Is that relevant to this post? No, actually, it’s not. But sometimes slightly traumatic things happen that you need to tell someone about. Once, during an all night drive...
