My New Broadsheet, Dreaming in Butte

I first pulled into Butte, Montana on a Monday in August and took a room at the Finlen Motor Inn. I was in town for a wedding, showing early with my camera and fifteen rolls of 35 mm film. I found it a place fluent in loss and in life, in stories of beauty, bricks, and work. I walked its streets for hours on end, and on the last night, I met a girl.

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My New Book, Walking in Wheeling

I first paid Wheeling, West Virginia a visit on account of a friend who sent me a poem about the city. Here is a beautiful city with a depth to its history and a complexity to its present, with some committed people betting on its future. I walked its streets for hours on end, camera in hand.

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