Boneyard is a series I did on the nature of cemeteries in modern times. While in the front they are a quiet place to reflect on life and a memorial of those who've past before us. At the same time though, they are in business selling of parcels of finite amounts of land for the internment of the dead. Sometimes those memorialized are forgotten, their names slowly being erased by weather and time. broken markers, forgotten plots and the ever present need to make more room leads to strange piles of graveyard refuse; cracked headstones, rusted out gates, broken crypts sun bleached fake flowers are tucked away in the remote corners of the cemetery. What is left is the strange and somber concept of the graveyard's graveyard.

Boneyard is a series I did on the nature of cemeteries in modern times. While in the front they are a quiet place to reflect on life and a memorial of those who've past before us. At the same time though, they are in business selling of parcels of finite amounts of land for the internment of the dead. Sometimes those memorialized are forgotten, their names slowly being erased by weather and time. broken markers, forgotten plots and the ever present need to make more room leads to strange piles of graveyard refuse; cracked headstones, rusted out gates, broken crypts sun bleached fake flowers are tucked away in the remote corners of the cemetery. What is left is the strange and somber concept of the graveyard's graveyard.

Boneyard is a series I did on the nature of cemeteries in modern times. While in the front they are a quiet place to reflect on life and a memorial of those who've past before us. At the same time though, they are in business selling of parcels of finite amounts of land for the internment of the dead. Sometimes those memorialized are forgotten, their names slowly being erased by weather and time. broken markers, forgotten plots and the ever present need to make more room leads to strange piles of graveyard refuse; cracked headstones, rusted out gates, broken crypts sun bleached fake flowers are tucked away in the remote corners of the cemetery. What is left is the strange and somber concept of the graveyard's graveyard.

Boneyard is a series I did on the nature of cemeteries in modern times. While in the front they are a quiet place to reflect on life and a memorial of those who've past before us. At the same time though, they are in business selling of parcels of finite amounts of land for the internment of the dead. Sometimes those memorialized are forgotten, their names slowly being erased by weather and time. broken markers, forgotten plots and the ever present need to make more room leads to strange piles of graveyard refuse; cracked headstones, rusted out gates, broken crypts sun bleached fake flowers are tucked away in the remote corners of the cemetery. What is left is the strange and somber concept of the graveyard's graveyard.

The accidental remnants of an ambitious street artist creating one of the biggest tags I've ever seen. I liked the way the bright white, chaotic paint element contrasted to the straight lines of the wall and nature.

This was a really lucky shot I believe. The sun was out in full force this day and I was having problems with balancing the shadows with blown out reflected light. I did some modifications in post and came out with something I think works well. In my own opinion anyway.

These are a series of worn industrial textures that have been manipulated in post to create unique expressions of color and texture. As much as I love the natural palette of corrosion and decay, It's also fun to see how one can take those elements and turn them into something different.

These are a series of worn industrial textures that have been manipulated in post to create unique expressions of color and texture. As much as I love the natural palette of corrosion and decay, It's also fun to see how one can take those elements and turn them into something different.

The interior of a massive tire depo in Pittsburgh. All I could think of while here was Mad Max. Who runs barter town?

beneath an ancient railroad bridge from Pittsburgh's industrial past is a huge depo for heavy machinery tires. These things would be taller than me in some cases if they were stood up. as a method of securing the perimeter of the lot, these impressive stacks of rubber seem to excel.