Hell & Back

What I've been listening to lately...

Thirty Five Millimeter | The Battle of the Alamo

Way down in Old South Texas, you just might find yourself a man...

Scenes from the 'Battle of the Alamo' in San Antonio, TX. Shot with an Olympus Epic Zoom 80.


I just drove a Toyota Prius from LA to Detroit.

Met this lil' lady along the way.

So I sent the photo to my man, Tim...

"Looks like Putin in a dress throwing up gang signs."



Morrison always reminds me of my old man. The Peugeot on the Viaduct. October afternoons on Queen Anne. The Paragon way back when. My friend Asher says this is the only good Van Morrison song. He's clearly ill informed. Anyhow. I went home for a hot second. Felt good to go back. Clear skies an abnormality. New friends and the ones that aren't going anywhere. The Chair of Despair and my father's new "Zen." Can't say I'll ever live there again, but I can always reminisce with some of this shit.


Thirty Five Millimeter | The Philippines

From three rolls of film that I shot in the Philippines. Puerto Princesa, El Nido, Coron and Davao City, mostly. Spent a month amongst the islands, my second time in the archipelago. Traveled by boat, shot 1911s, drank countless San Mig Lights, and did the kayak, snorkel and swimming stuff. Found paradise on a peninsula off the coast of El Nido, accessible only by boat, with nothing but huts and beach sand and rum filled coconuts. I won't say where. It'll be ruined. Just know that your trip to Thailand has nothing on this place ;)


Orville Peck

Gay Canadian Cowboys, brah.


Thirty Five Millimeter | Crispy Boyz: Season 1, Episode 2

Rolled to Vegas with the DT crew for the annual GP. Crushed countless Crispy Boyz, smoked cigars in the lobby, played video poker with a pro, watched Old School Drew shoot his bananas, crashed a bachelorette party and just generally got after it for 72 hours. Photos taken with one of my old Olympus point-and-shoots.


This and some Cult of Luna lately...


Thirty Five Millimeter | Around the World in Eighty Days

Italy, France, Russia, Mongolia and China, in 35mm. Shot with my old Olympus Epic Zoom.

Click here for more of my film photography.


Perpetual Motion | Southern Comfort

In this episode of Perpetual Motion, Justin and Kyra travel through The South on their Indian Scout motorcycles connecting dots that lead them from one amazing experience to another.

From the depths of the Bayou to a drag strip outside of Atlanta, down the beach in Daytona to a charter sailboat off the coast of the Carolinas... It's an adventure made possible by friends and their mutual love for motorbikes!

Brought to you by: WESTx1000, Indian Motorcycle, and Slabaugh Media.

With support from: SENA Bluetooth and Wolfman Luggage.


A Constant State of Stagnation

How long can you sit still? How long can you wait around, twiddle your thumbs, flip pages in the proverbial seatback magazine of your own life, where the advertisements are excuses and the editorial a Flashback Friday from things you did, two, four, or forever many years ago. My fingers tap on the table as I push past the pages with the less exciting stuff. Stop and stare at an ad for the latest in distractions, time wasters and could-be-doings. I pour myself another beer, maybe my fourth, but who's counting? The sun is setting outside. The lights in the kitchen are pale and orange. Dinner is ready.

Time seems to pass so quickly when I want it to the least, and drag on endlessly in those days, weeks or months between the Action. It's the Action I'm after, you see. Feelings. Emotions. Reactions. Anything but another beer. Another night indoors, spent behind a screen, glowing blue, and pale and fat.

The Action, though, isn't your weekend trip to the ocean, your ten day vacation to some country you researched extensively. Tickets and trains, restaurants recommended, and everything else laid out ahead of you. The Action doesn't tell you it's coming. It shows up unannounced. Drops in when you're still in the shower. It yells out across the room and then pulls you by your wrists through the door. It doesn't wait.

The suffering seems so unnecessary sometimes, though. Two hours of sleep outside an old gas station, or a hotel room above a night club. Maybe ten hours at the wheel while the Italians smoke and sleep, the windows rolled down while crossing the desert. The sun comes up over the hood, out there beyond that dune. It's cold, and still and quiet. Soon, though, the wind will be working on your back, pushing sand and silt into your skin, your eyes and ears. The white wasteland of sand and sun a blank canvas for God's painful plan. To test your will, if only a little. To ask you why you'd suffer so much for so little. A frame, a photo, a few words, some kind of story to tell when you get home, when you're leaning against the bar talking to people planning their next vacation - probably somewhere exotic, to drink and golf. A vacation to numb their feelings, so they don't remember how bad it is back home. A home where they'll pour that fifth pint. Like I just did. But I'm not trying to forget, I'm trying to remember. How much it hurt. How much I want to hurt like that again.


Perpetual Motion | Tejas

In this episode of Perpetual Motion, Justin and Kyra head to Texas on their Indian Scout motorcycles where they spend three weeks exploring the Lone Star State, eating breakfast tacos, riding onto cattle ranches, learning how to rope, and trying to understand why everyone is so darn proud!

Brought to you by: WESTx1000, Indian Motorcycle, and Slabaugh Media.

With support from: SENA Bluetooth and Wolfman Luggage.

Stay tuned for 'Southern Comfort,' the next episode of Perpetual Motion!