Three days and three states, from a spooky mining town and hippy enclave to a fossil-filled river gorge.

It was lucky that we ran into Jan, because otherwise we wouldn’t have backtracked and spent the afternoon crawling through stalagmites hundreds of feet under Montana.

The latest video I worked on with The Goddamn Cobras. NSFW-ish.

I think any more weight from so many tourists might force the Yellowstone caldera down into the magma that powers all those geysers.

This video had a wonderful DP with the eye of a photographer. The setups remind me a lot of Will’s videos, which are photo compositions one after another.

Honey Pie from California is a place. on Vimeo.
I know my fair share about Real Dolls, having once written an article about sex dolls. I put it on my website, thinking it would make a fine portfolio piece. That I could send a link to editors, who might like it and lavish me with assignments.
I am not sure editors are the ones seeing it.
Now 6 of the top ten search terms that bring people to my site are related to sex dolls. It appears these searchers are doing some comparative researching before making the plunge into a 6k+ investment. I hope they find my article informative in their decision making. I also hope some of them might be editors who can appreciate some good writing when they see it.
This video had a wonderful DP with the eye of a photographer. The setups remind me a lot of Will’s videos, which are photo compositions one after another. Honey Pie…

Capitol Reef is like a mini Zion. Not as tall, not as wide, but also fewer people to muck up the scenery.

Too often I find that no matter how I try to shape a story, or what I want to include, it forms organically and something good gets lost in the mix.

It looks like Will and I had similar ambitions for the summer: to breathe some fresh air, rediscover open space, and set out on a wind-blowing-through-our-hair car adventure to explore our own Western United States.

Testing out Lightroom 3′s tethering capabilities at home is incredibly entertaining.

The 1500-year-old Bristlecone Pine trees tumble into the slowly eroding limestone breaks at a pace measured in centuries.