02/26/2025

My Dad in our backyard, Summer 2024.

Everytime I come to the internet I’m left feeling somewhere between mildly and severely crushed. I get stuck on how to wade through the modern hellscape that lives here, I know I keep coming back seeking validation. I’ve grown so tired of trying to sift the algorithm for where my friends are sharing their lives, of trying to find a place where my photographs might be seen and generally well, that validation.

I tell myself everytime I come here to my blog that the solution is here, leaving images in the wind, putting them on a site with my name attached to it, but I know full well that blogs that exist outside of links in social media, hardly exist at all now. This is where the crushing feeling comes from, stuck inbetween the internet and where I really want to be (I want to be in the darkroom, making prints, sharing them on walls). I’m in this nonsense space between a made up world governed by robots and a phsyical reality.