“I don’t really have studios…”
It is the natural tendency of a photojournalist to forget to explore his own world. He delves into the realm of the “others” so much that he forgets to pull…
Where are you coming from, where are you going: an afternoon conversation…
The place that we are going is right in front of us. Across a room on an overcast day. To see both from whence we come and to where we go…
Good friends and famous houses…
Something that everyone expects from the photojournalism life is constant travel, exotic locations, and fascinating people. Imagine my surprise when I realized, only after a short time “in the field”…
In the middle and Seville…
Seville, I honestly knew almost nothing about before this day. I did not realize that much of the United States’ evolution and development can be directly traced to things going…
Re-ignition…
No two ways about it. I’m not going to do anything at all for a few days. I have been on the road for two months with very few moments…
Days above ground…
…or above water. This photo was taken above… who knows where. I don’t know. Some Caribbean island at 34,000ft. And at the same time I return home, a plane passes…
And now for something completely different…
No joke, right? A wedding. From Cuba, to a wedding, to Haiti. Doing little things like this here and there. But, really, being invited to a very close and intimate…
On a warm day in March…
…in the back of a ’53 Plymouth. What else would you do in Cuba on a Sunday? Well, for the first half, I attended a church service. Packed to the…
Writer’s block…
I haven’t had a Peggy shot in a while… …thought I’d add one. Just cuz… Stay tuned… -Noah D.
Over the woods…
At the Louisiana/Arkansas state line is this abandoned house. Very little else. Stay tuned, -Noah D.