Today, I saw yellow sprites of light all around me on the Los Angeles sidewalks.

You know what? I’m not entirely sure what form this blog about photography and art is going to take. So, I’m just gonna jump right into it…without a clear cut plan. Because if I wait for a clear cut plan, or overthink a plan as I love to do, I’ll…

I feared seeing my estranged, conservative father, but it was a risk worth taking — I’ve spent my whole life trying to forgive my father for destroying my mother. Theirs was a spectacular ’80s divorce. I’ve been furious ever since. It was he who shattered my mom into a million pieces. It was he who pushed her off the precipice of sanity into the dark…

Written by Mary Jo Smith, Photographs by T. Chick McClure I love potatoes. I love them fried and mashed and roasted of course but I also love them for how they look. All misshapen and bumpy, just plucked from the earth. …

Artist, T. Chick McClure documents his journey one week at a time since beginning his transition on March 29th, 2016.