Em·ber -noun- a small piece of burning or glowing coal or wood in a dying fire.
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We are the embers in our own dying fires. Despite efforts to the contrary, moments fade into memories, as time passes by. Our fashions, opinions, communities, friends, and loves may change…. but in the moment, they define us. They are us.
And they are beautiful.
Through a lens, I document these beautifully-fleeting passages of time.
Urban flourish. Urban decay. Sunrise. Sunset. Weathered souls who begrudgingly exist. Late-night anthems, that un-apologetically persist. Beer-soaked floors. Hand-built machines of noise, and violence. The creatures we befriend. The loves that are blossoming, bloomed, or have yet to exist. The highs, the lows, and the in-betweens… which we hadn’t known how much we’d miss. These are the things I see through my lens.
I appreciate you taking the time to visit this page and look around. If you would like to have your picture taken, head over to the contact page or shoot me an email (it’s at the bottom of the page).
Be healthy, be safe, be excellent to each other, and most importantly, be yourself. Your best damn selves.✌️