
Reach out. Reach in. Kin.

Reach out. Reach in. Kin.

Load up your bug-out bag, check the tanks, and beat feet from ground zero before a tweet triggers WWIII.

Walked straight off trail and into the mist. Rather than falling, a huge corporate tax cut cushioned us from injury. This is fiction.

Once they take away our insurance, consumer protections, fatten the rich at the expense of the poor, and destroy the courts… just go ahead and throw our bodies into the volcano. And #shootfilm while ya do.

The Prince: fried chicken. The Prints: Kodak Ultramax.

Kodachrome summer portrait.

Outstretched before you in glorious Kodachrome: The corner market.