CITY OF DUST

The icon. The hero. The superstar. The one who is everything we desire to be, yet cannot be. Will never be. In kinder, gentler times, we a...

FROM GALWAY TO GRACELAND: Oh, she dressed in the dark and she whispered amen; She was pretty in pink like a young girl again; Twenty years...

"(St. Louis Cemetery #1) is the mother cemetery...the Vieux Carré of the dead; as confused and closely packed a quarter as the living m...

The first time I visited New Orleans the desk clerk at the hotel I was staying at took my map from me, then drew a thick, dark circle arou...

Sometimes things just don't work out. The interstate is built 20 miles to the east. There's no money coming in. You can't cove...

I don't know what it is about old neon signs that I find so romantic. Of course, neon is best late at night, in a light rain, the brig...

Somewhere along a barren stretch of US Highway, between Tallahassee and the Panhandle Coast, a phalanx of battered trucks waits. Wounded s...

I first went downtown sometime early in junior high school. For years I'd peered out the car window as my mom drove down Hennepin Aven...

(Sittin' on) The Dock of the Bay was written by Otis Redding and guitarist Steve Cropper. Otis wrote the first verse on a houseboat in...

This is a conclusion. It's also a test. Today's post is the VERY LAST from the Central Savannah River Area, USA. It also marks the...

And with a new day comes...a change in film stock! The photos for this post were shot this winter with Kodak TX 400 film that expired in 1...

Once again, City of Dust is going on a brief hiatus. I'll be out in the Northwest for the next 11 days, so things will be a little quiet...

I'm very pleased to report that City of Dust has a feature in the May issue of Photoblogs Magazine , which was just released on-line yes...