I miss the lazy days of summer. There is something so outside our evolution, so foreign and distinctly uprooted, about existing in digital realms. When I spend too much time online, I feel disembodied. Everything is racing and imaginary. I become up and away and somewhere else, losing touch with the slow and the certain. For me, summer has always felt like the return to the earth. Our school bell to freedom. Sunscreen and heat, burning lungs, roaring waves of relief. So here

I arrived a little early to Annie Leibovitz's presentation of Women at LACMA, so I decided to wander a bit.

Sometimes summer feels like a memory: hiding in the green spaces, the fresh air, the hot sun. Remembered only once you go outside and feel it on your skin. With the recent repair on the 1/10 shutter on my Widelux F6 and my very first time using Kodacolor 200, I felt a new surge of inspiration. The slowest shutter on the Widelux is really where you can get creative with the camera, especially when it comes to motion blur. Joy and I met up at Grand Central Market for tacos befo

When I saw that Jeff Bridges' photography would be shown in Santa Barbara at the Tamsen Gallery, and that he himself would be speaking, I don't think I've ever bought tickets to an event faster in my life.