At a certain point, the only way to be original is to be so unoriginal that you’re truly original. Such was the case of today’s adventure, at a waterfall proudly named “The Waterfall Spot.”

With a name like Panther Beach, it better have a damn good sunset.

Trypophobia refers to the disgust or fear involving a pattern of holes.

Today I drove halfway across the state for a photo of a bush.

Back at it again. I found a loophole in the system.

If an architecture bug were to exist, I imagine it would be diamond shaped. White, perhaps. With 4 black legs that can bend, allowing it to lay perfectly flat. Almost like a leaf bug, but with a modern, minimalist aesthetic.

Today I finally understood why, since 2012, there have been over 230,000 reports of human feces reported on the streets of San Francisco.

Today’s adventure was inspired by rotini. Not because I’d eaten it recently. Or even thought about it lately, for that matter.

I know you’re reading that title thinking “this dude runs out of gas more than my autistic 16 year old nephew…”

Today I did the impossible. I broke my Chacos.

Some guy thought I robbed him. Here’s the story.

7 models, 1 shoot. All in an abandoned slaughterhouse. Let me start from the beginning.

It was only a matter of time before I ran into some goons making a sketchy deal in the middle of the desert.

Two weeks into the Bay Area and something already got stolen from me. TWO WEEKS.

7 models, 1 shoot. All in an abandoned slaughterhouse. Let me start from the beginning.

Today I found out what happens to geology nerds when they get rich.

Today I went to the Chatfield Farms. Surprisingly one of the only destinations in the Denver metropolitan area I’ve never been to. And I got in after hours…

You know you’re in the South when you’re climbing a giant rock to see the view.

Today I decided to go old school. And by that I mean I met up with an ex from University.

Fuck it. I’m not in the mood for a blog post today.