Scenes from my first day in Buenos Aires. I’ll be down here until December 4th checking out the city and Argentina at large.
Good light on the Coney Island bound Q.
A good friend of mine has lived in New York for about half a decade and he’s never been to Coney Island. So, we decided to head out on a cold and windy Sunday to ride to the Wonder Wheel and expose him to the kitschy weirdness.
Sadly the wheel was closed when we got there, but we had a good time anyway.
Leaf Peeping in Maine. October, 2014.
One of my photos from Bolivia is in Empty Stretch’s Petty Thieves Five.
You can buy a copy here!
Or check out other zines by the super awesome folks at Empty Stretch.
The downside of having an obscure roadster made my a boutique company.
This is Quick. He was one of the many participants in the Automotive High School’s car show in Greenpoint this weekend.
You can see a whole series on this show over on my website.
Brooklyn Invitational. October 2014
Brooklyn Invitational. Brooklyn New York. September 2014.
Sunday funday ride with Francis Kielb.
About three and a half hours into what was supposed to be a two and a half hour ride my phone died. No GPS so I had to buy a map and tape directions to my tank. It was surprisingly rewarding. I need to unplug more often.
“Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics: You are all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded, because the elements - the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution and for life - weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars, and the only way for them to get into your body is if those stars were kind enough to explode. So, forget Jesus. The stars died so that you could be here today.”
Long ride home on the G. Brookyln, New York. July 2014.
Somewhere on the Kaladan River. Myanamar, 2013.
My Red Wing Iron Rangers after a year and a half of abuse.
Leafy shadows. Greenpoint Brooklyn.
Astoria, Oregon.
Astoria Oregon is a really beautiful place.
Camping on Trillium Lake in Oregon. June 2014.
Hello Portland. You’re looking good today.