Three weeks ago I started having dreams about a rumble in my chest and not being able to breathe. This is before the pandemic crested in the US.

“It’s nothing.” I thought.

Now I am about to go out volunteer with local communities for COVID-19 response and to report on the Coronavirus pandemic and I am wondering if it is the last time I will see my family, the last story I will ever tell, the last time I can ever call myself a journalist. …

Bill and Larry were getting drunk on a Tuesday morning again.

To say getting drunk is a bit of a lie, really they were maintaining the drunk they had acquired the night before, Bill more so than Larry, who’d been trying to live more on the straight and narrow since he’d return to the states after a tour as a medic in Afghanistan. He’d moved back to St. Louis and picked back up his rotations at the Barnes Jewish Hospital Emergency Room. He wasn’t Jewish and he had hated the 24 hour rotations.

So Larry was trying to limit his…

This is part of a series of letters I am sending to my world of photography. This is an ongoing series.

You have taken on many names, but for now I will just say,

Dear O,

Rebecca Solnit wrote about the process of transformation in her book, A Field Guide to Getting Lost, or rather, she recalled when Pat Barker wrote about it in her book, Regeneration. The two reflect on how, “the process of transformation consists almost entirely of decay.” When I read those words I am reminded of a consistent theme that Rilke circled around, which is the…

Throughout my career I have taught a number of photography workshops. These are the letters I wish I could have sent my students as they learned and honed their new craft. Each class is different in skill, region, experience and age. My words, however imperfect they may be, are an attempt to grow both as a photographer and teacher. Some letters are to my classes, some are to specific students. This is an ongoing series.

Hey GSA,

I was asked to teach this class last minute. I was asked so last minute that my name does not even show up…

December 3rd, 2017 was an especially sunny and crisp day at the Stoner Creek Forge. The normal symphony of birdcalls was silent under the cold of winter, but the sound of Stoner Creek running along its banks was ever present. Inside a small, frame, one-room studio sat four men waiting tensely, surrounded by guns. …

Ever since the rise of #MeToo and the murder of the journalist Kim Wall I have been thinking about violence and assault towards female journalists and photojournalists on assignment, especially through the lens of my own experiences. Odds are that you are either a woman who has posted #MeToo, or you are a man who has been blown away by the amount of #MeToo posts. While I know that there are people falling outside of these groups, they seem to be in the majority. …

From August 13th until the 17th I attended the Cortona On the Move Photography Festival in Cortona, Italy. Here are some of the photography exhibits and workshops that interested me the most. I was lucky enough to talk with Luis Cobelo about his exhibition “Zurumbatico.” Here are some excerpts from that interview, as well as a discussion about his show.

Located in the Vecchio Ospital in Cortona, Italy, “Zurumbatico” utilizes and plays with the space in which it is exhibited. Much like it’s neighbour “Foreigners” it uses the old hospital to emphasis it’s themes, rather than fight to look like…

From August 13th until the 17th I attended the Cortona On the Move Photography Festival in Cortona, Italy. Here are some of the photography exhibits and workshops that interested me the most. I was lucky enough to talk with Donna Ferrato about her exhibition “American Woman,” here are some excerpts from that interview, as well as a discussion about her show.

Donna’s show starts with a punch in the face; “Donna’s camera is a machine gun,” they write. This soft spoken, small built, kind woman packs a punch and doesn’t hesitate to let you know what she thinks. She is…