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Waiting in prayer of an unnamed god

Waiting in prayer of an unnamed god

Sea Glass - gave to my brother as a christmas gift

Sea Glass - gave to my brother as a christmas gift

box turtle and strawberry

box turtle and strawberry

Stag - November 2012

Stag - November 2012

Sketching.  Brewing up ideas for a short.

Sketching.  Brewing up ideas for a short.

Old Rag 2011 - A short experimental documentation of my first time hiking Old Rag.  Super 8 Ektachrome.

I FINISHED

my animation - MONSTER ISLAND.  And submitted it to the James River Shorts Festival.  It’s private on vimeo right now.  Message me if you want a sneak peak.

New animation screenshot.  Deadline October 24th.  I need to come up with a title.

New animation screenshot.  Deadline October 24th.  I need to come up with a title.

Clem on Old Rag, Triple Exposure, September 2012, Kodak Portra 160 CN

Clem on Old Rag, Triple Exposure, September 2012, Kodak Portra 160 CN

Old Rag, September 2012, Lomo 100
This Earth; a violent thrust upward of rebellion slashes the sky, ripped ragged, and an unholy scream, issues from the gash, birds of prey swooping and circling the sharp peak like the ageless wheel rotating the spiral wisps of galaxy.  And this earth fights against that ever pressing space.  A defiance, the rocks in battlecry exist and a momument of time assembles itself; the Titan, restless, rolls and shrugs shoulders.  But heavy eternity bleeds from the sky wound and pools on the event horizon until a tremble; ancients spill over.  The summit crumbles with the world.  The wheel has turned once more.

Old Rag, September 2012, Lomo 100

This Earth; a violent thrust upward of rebellion slashes the sky, ripped ragged, and an unholy scream, issues from the gash, birds of prey swooping and circling the sharp peak like the ageless wheel rotating the spiral wisps of galaxy.  And this earth fights against that ever pressing space.  A defiance, the rocks in battlecry exist and a momument of time assembles itself; the Titan, restless, rolls and shrugs shoulders.  But heavy eternity bleeds from the sky wound and pools on the event horizon until a tremble; ancients spill over.  The summit crumbles with the world.  The wheel has turned once more.

My camera trunk, the footlocker of my father

My camera trunk, the footlocker of my father

Micropen - “I’ve got a bad feeling”

Micropen - “I’ve got a bad feeling”

Waiting in prayer of an unnamed god

Waiting in prayer of an unnamed god

Sea Glass - gave to my brother as a christmas gift

Sea Glass - gave to my brother as a christmas gift

box turtle and strawberry

box turtle and strawberry

Stag - November 2012

Stag - November 2012

The Blue Goat

The Blue Goat

Sketching.  Brewing up ideas for a short.

Sketching.  Brewing up ideas for a short.

Old Rag 2011 - A short experimental documentation of my first time hiking Old Rag.  Super 8 Ektachrome.

I FINISHED

my animation - MONSTER ISLAND.  And submitted it to the James River Shorts Festival.  It’s private on vimeo right now.  Message me if you want a sneak peak.

New animation screenshot.  Deadline October 24th.  I need to come up with a title.

New animation screenshot.  Deadline October 24th.  I need to come up with a title.

Clem on Old Rag, Triple Exposure, September 2012, Kodak Portra 160 CN

Clem on Old Rag, Triple Exposure, September 2012, Kodak Portra 160 CN

Old Rag, September 2012, Lomo 100
This Earth; a violent thrust upward of rebellion slashes the sky, ripped ragged, and an unholy scream, issues from the gash, birds of prey swooping and circling the sharp peak like the ageless wheel rotating the spiral wisps of galaxy.  And this earth fights against that ever pressing space.  A defiance, the rocks in battlecry exist and a momument of time assembles itself; the Titan, restless, rolls and shrugs shoulders.  But heavy eternity bleeds from the sky wound and pools on the event horizon until a tremble; ancients spill over.  The summit crumbles with the world.  The wheel has turned once more.

Old Rag, September 2012, Lomo 100

This Earth; a violent thrust upward of rebellion slashes the sky, ripped ragged, and an unholy scream, issues from the gash, birds of prey swooping and circling the sharp peak like the ageless wheel rotating the spiral wisps of galaxy.  And this earth fights against that ever pressing space.  A defiance, the rocks in battlecry exist and a momument of time assembles itself; the Titan, restless, rolls and shrugs shoulders.  But heavy eternity bleeds from the sky wound and pools on the event horizon until a tremble; ancients spill over.  The summit crumbles with the world.  The wheel has turned once more.

My camera trunk, the footlocker of my father

My camera trunk, the footlocker of my father

Micropen - “I’ve got a bad feeling”

Micropen - “I’ve got a bad feeling”

Bearded Man

Bearded Man

I FINISHED

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