First Ride of the Year
April 4, 2017
Five days before winter storm Stella sauntered into the Harrisburg region, it was 60℉ and I was on my bike, wind streaming through my hair.
Sunset Kickin’ It
April 2, 2017
A few weeks ago I had the opportunity to hang out at a friend’s house. It was an unseasonably warm night, so instead of kickin’
Winter Storm Stella
March 21, 2017
Prior to March 14th 2017 Harrisburg Pennsylvania was on track to have the least snowiest winter in all of the years of recorded weather. But winter storm Stella had something to say that. I’m not entirely sure when or why we started naming storms, but whatever, Stella dropped 17 inches of fresh pow on most of the keystone state.
A Chill Time on the Battlefield
March 2, 2017
Every time I go to Gettysburg 2 things occur. I always seem to get a decent crop of photos and I always seem to leave
Pinchot Politickin’
February 24, 2017
A few weeks back I was cold kickin’ it when my cell phone jumped off the ringer. It was my good friend Bill. I could hear an elation in his voice that is usually not present. He blurted forth that he and his family had just purchased a small cabin along the Conewago Creek in northern York County.
Strawberry in the City
February 18, 2017
Named for a berry, but wasn’t shit sweet about it. A few weeks ago I linked up with a fellow photographer by the name of Gabe
A Foggy Night in HBG – B&W
February 12, 2017
As implied at the end of the previous post, here are the black & white photos from my recent night trip into downtown Harrisburg.
A Foggy Night in HBG – Color
February 9, 2017
A couple of months ago friend of mine asked if I would be interested in hanging some photographs in his business. He owns a local legend of an establishment here in Harrisburg, Pa and it would be an honor to see some of my work on its walls. But until everything is official and photographs are hanging, we shall keep its name in obscurity’s selective shadow.
Geese Under a Tree
February 5, 2017
I crept cautiously through the damp grass along the tree line following the dim calls of the huddled geese. I was only rocking a 28-70 on my A7M2 so I needed to be close. As I crossed the road the geese slowly materialized from a dense fog wall hugging the Conodiguinet Creek that sat behind them.