At the first portage abandoning the car, sunshine and rain hit us at the same time like a baptism to the Boundary Waters. It was late in the afternoon and we needed to find a campsite and construct shelter

There exists a special primal place hidden and pristine in northern Minnesota. Banned from motorized vehicles, a wilderness kept as untouched and untainted as possible. One last part of the country that

Here I am again, back in the attic, locked from the inside. Chapter 6: The Voice Inside the Mind “Are you afraid?” “No.” “Yes, I think you are. You’re afraid. That is it.” “No.” “You want to leave. Don’t

Something wakes me in the middle of the night. It kisses my lip with a tickle. I feel it bite. Then I stop, look and laugh in fright. All the cheese has grown mold. I thought I could rest easily for once.

I am an artist. I am not an artist. I hold the brush. What does the brush want? I am an artist. With the white canvas blinking back at me. Doubt, idea, direction, composition my mind as blank as the canvas.

One of the most gorgeous places I’ve visited. Words have a difficult time conveying the vastness and beauty of this space. Hopefully my photos will help illustrate. The quest of Mount Temple: Seated in

This art series created in 2011, by Dim Media, as an homage to the graffiti movement popularized by artists such as: Banksy, Shepard Fairey, and Space Invader to name a few. The challenge Dim Media faced

Tiny petals. Tiny petals that fly. Tiny petals that fly away to the wishes buzzing on pollinated dreams. Intersect the bee with the mother while the child cries. Endless crying All day the many pains of

And by that I mean, turbo Gravitron on crack. Yesterday marked my one month dip into the crypto world. Christmas eve, and all through the house, people were stirring, while I was using my computer’s mouse.

Quit your whiney pants. Get out there and shred some ice. There is a little town north of Minneapolis, up highway 35, about an hour and 15 minutes. It is well known in the ice climbing community. The history

Unless you find that winter activity that transcends from November to March, the Midwest is not for the thin blooded. Take the blizzards head on. Spin donuts in vacant parking lots. Buy a snow blower,

I recall sitting in employee break rooms, orientations, and school counseling rooms, they all had those stupid "SUCCESS or "ACHIEVE YOUR DREAMS" posters. On those posters depicted images

The Farmer lifts his head and stretches his thick arms to the sky, palms raised upward. He bellows a blood curdling scream. The storm has passed and now his children are free. In the mud they approach

In this reality, humanity has divided. Once climaxed to its evolutionary capabilities, it had nowhere to grow but diverge. The majority devolving into short, Neanderthal like creatures. Returning to their

I imagine it much to be like a country field that could be found in Alabama. Or maybe, Nebraska, that flat open space. Farm yards, Earth and rows of plowed soil running parallel in one direction for miles,

Melting between walls A dog will bark I park the car And walk through the door. Incense and candles Helplessly undress Beneath covers Of uncensored breath. In these sheets We can not lie to one another

The challenge: 7 random black & white images that represent an aspect of your life The rules of the game are: Present one image every day for seven days No people No explanation Nominate someone every

The challenge: 7 random black & white images that represent an aspect of your life The rules of the game are: Present one image every day for seven days No people No explanation Nominate someone every

Chapter 3: Aquatic Orange Petals A fly comes buzzing over and lands on my clean, polished white coffee cup. It looks up at me and begins to speak. I understand its foreign tongue. I can read the fly’s

The challenge: 7 random black & white images that represent an aspect of your life The rules of the game are: Present one image every day for seven days No people No explanation Nominate someone every