beauty in brookland

Recently I was out shooting, as I often am, exploring a lesser-known neighborhood in Washington, D.C. called Brookland. I stopped on an overpass to take a picture of some train tracks in front of a giant brick building with “BROOKLAND” brushed across it in big white letters. “Excuse me,” I heard a voice behind me … Continue reading beauty in brookland

mccarthy, alaska

I’ve spent the last two years living largely out of a carry-on suitcase and a backpack. I think a lot about what that means. For starters, I think it means I own a house that’s overflowing with things I don’t need in Connecticut. It also means I sometimes fantasize about giving away all of my … Continue reading mccarthy, alaska