Empty Churches


Just north of Tucson is the Aravaipa wilderness area, and on the way out along a dirt road is a beautiful, empty little church. I had to stop and take a look, always being drawn into places of worship…

The Smallest Bar in Town

Death, his last goodbye, the errant father


I hadn’t seen him in nearly 15 years. Still trying to seem bigger than he was. Drunk, of course. Overwhelmed by the death of his father, truly the only one left in life who was forced to care for him.

I don’t think he recognized me, back in the crowd snapping pictures. His eyes were too blurred by Bud, the strain of trying to always make himself bigger than he is. His grief, too large.

I felt like I was spying, taking this picture, but also that I had a right.