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Eight a.m. in Columbia, walking in circles looking for coffee that wasn't Starbucks. Found a hair studio sign holding on...
08/16/2026

Eight a.m. in Columbia, walking in circles looking for coffee that wasn't Starbucks. Found a hair studio sign holding on since whenever green paint was the move, a bike lane painted the color of a highlighter, a bottle cap sculpture with the best pun in the whole city, and a stranger's sticker collection stuck to a utility box that told me more about this place than any plaque did.

Sometimes the best part of a trip is the fifteen minutes before anything's actually planned.

More onthe waterfront
08/14/2026

More onthe waterfront


The wide view of the same night.Blue hour on the river with the Talmadge stringing its cables across a storm-colored sk...
08/14/2026

The wide view of the same night.

Blue hour on the river with the Talmadge stringing its cables across a storm-colored sky, the ferry gliding home, tourists blurring up the old stone steps like the long exposure knew something I didn't. The port cranes on one end of the frame, a two-hundred-year-old boot on a brick wall at the other.

Savannah works both shifts — postcard and working waterfront — and I love photographing the seam where they meet.

Savannah after dark, shot tall.An evening wandering with — down the stone stairs off Factor's Walk, past a hopscotch c...
08/14/2026

Savannah after dark, shot tall.

An evening wandering with — down the stone stairs off Factor's Walk, past a hopscotch court outside a bar, under string lights strung between two hundred years of brick. Even City Hall's gold dome showed up for us. Even the old bell, wrapped in caution tape like the city knows exactly what it's protecting.

This town does not have bad angles. You just have to walk slow enough to find them.

A puddle is just a mirror nobody claimed. sent us out with one word — — and Savannah delivered: wet asphalt, dark glas...
08/14/2026

A puddle is just a mirror nobody claimed.

sent us out with one word — — and Savannah delivered: wet asphalt, dark glass, a fountain holding a ship and the streetlights at the same time.

Thank you to my very patient model, who stood exactly where I pointed while I laid in the road.

Night walk with and we wandered into the best surprise on the block — Nelly's Grocery & Wine, right around the corner f...
08/14/2026

Night walk with and we wandered into the best surprise on the block — Nelly's Grocery & Wine, right around the corner from the Graham Scott Building.

Blue tile. That logo. Limes stacked by the register and a smile that made the whole frame.

I already know where I'm spending my breaks between classes this fall.

Go show Nelly's some love, Savannah. Welcome to the neighborhood. 🍋

Gia came to studio today.110 pounds of Cane Corso. My service dog. My shadow. The creature who has seen me at my lowest ...
07/03/2026

Gia came to studio today.

110 pounds of Cane Corso. My service dog. My shadow. The creature who has seen me at my lowest and never once looked away.

She is not easy to photograph. She is enormous and opinionated and deeply uninterested in staying still unless she decides to. So I got on the floor. I shot macro on her eye. I let her press her paw against the white wall and lean into the frame like she was posing for Vogue.

She kind of was.

We got close-ups that show every wrinkle in that jowl. Wide shots where she's sprawled on white seamless like she scheduled the session herself. And the one I'll probably print — her face next to mine, both of us upside down, both of us grinning.
I photograph people for a living. I know how to earn a portrait. Gia reminded me today that the best subjects aren't performing for you. They're just being themselves, fully, and trusting you to keep up.

Red doesn't ask permission.I handed my subject six yards of fabric and said figure it out. That's it. No choreography. N...
07/01/2026

Red doesn't ask permission.

I handed my subject six yards of fabric and said figure it out. That's it. No choreography. No reference image on my phone. Just: here's the material, here's the light, show me something.

What she showed me was ceremony. Weight. The way cloth can hold a body and release it at the same time.

I made one editorial choice in post — desaturate the skin, keep the red. I wanted the fabric to be the loudest thing in the room. It already was. The edit just made it honest.
This is studio work for PHOT 336 at SCAD. It is also just me, chasing the image I can see before I know how to make it.

That gap — between what you can see and what you can make — is where the work actually happens.

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I have said for years that white backdrops aren't my thing. Too clean. Too flat. Give me texture, give me a wall with so...
06/30/2026

I have said for years that white backdrops aren't my thing. Too clean. Too flat. Give me texture, give me a wall with some history on it.

Then Carina walked in for the summer portrait intensive in a black velvet dress with lace sleeves and a choker, hair the color of a stop sign, and the white seamless did something I didn't expect. It got out of the way. Every bit of color had nowhere to hide — that vibrancy against black, both of it sitting on white like it was lit from inside.

Sometimes the backdrop's job isn't to add something. It's to step back and let the subject do the work.

Shot on the Canon R6 Mark II. Grateful for the light, the lace, and a model who knows how to hold a laugh and a smolder in the same hour.

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Sunday morning at Palmetto Bluff. Drizzle on the river. A sermon drifting across the lawn from the little white chapel l...
05/31/2026

Sunday morning at Palmetto Bluff. Drizzle on the river. A sermon drifting across the lawn from the little white chapel like it had nowhere better to be.

I had my Americano from Buffalo's still warm in my hand when the singing started. Didn't plan for that. Just stood there with the camera at my side.

I've been documenting this corner of the Lowcountry long enough to know when a place is giving you something. This morning it gave me everything — the gothic arch of that chapel window with rain beading on the glass, the empty swing hanging over grass that runs all the way to the May River, a brass street marker pressed into wet herringbone brick at my feet.

The bridge frame is infrared. Long exposure, shot in the quiet before anyone else was moving. Light behaves differently through that lens — time flattens, water goes mirror-dark, the oaks bleed into burgundy. It stops looking like a photograph of a place and starts looking like how a place feels after years of returning to it.

That's the only kind of image worth making here.

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1919 Bull St
Savannah, GA
31401

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