First plate from a new series I’m working on. #large #format #glass #plate #collodion #alternative #process #photography (Taken with instagram)
Dear Sally Mann, Thank you ever so. Your work is more important to me than you’ll ever know. (Taken with instagram)
Additive Color Photography 20x20 Archival Digital Print (Taken with instagram)
Ode to Neopan Acros 100: My Dearest Neopan Acros 100, you came to me in my time of need and showed me the way to a world with the finest film grain. You gently guided me to understanding how 100 is so much more than 3200. You helped me when I was trapped with nothing but Sprint chemistry and revealed to me it is only you I need in my life. Thank you Neopan Acros 100 youve touched me and my crown graphic more than you could ever truly understand. Love, Ellen Arden (Taken with Instagram at WMU Photo Lab)
Out Of Order : Trapped #claw #toys #vendingmachine #theclaw #domo (Taken with instagram)
Cyanotype on fabric. Image #4/6 (Taken with instagram)
I need beauty sleep. Another 17 hour day is almost over. (Taken with instagram)
Draped Figure by Daniel Arsham #fiberglass #sculpture (Taken with Instagram at Richmond Center for Visual Arts (RCVA))
Do your part. Be informed.
There is nothing quite like trudging through wet dirty snow with a bunch of gear and a 4x5 to realize you left your tripod bag hanging on a tree. FML. (Taken with instagram)
The Cool Kids
Tis The Season For Cryptococcal Meningitis. (Taken with Instagram at University Of Michigan Main Hospital)
A Room With A View
I never thought that I would ever be in the situation that I am now. Watching my father as he lay in a hospital bed is beyond intimidating and awfully damaging to ones heart.
Two full weeks and counting.
Hospital, Rehab, Emergency, Hospital.
Orthostatic Hypotension. Hypertension. Bone Marrow Biopsy. Neuropathy.
Cardiac Progressive. 5th Floor Oncology. Neurology.
In two weeks I’ve learned more about medicine than I ever wanted to know and found a reason to be responsible which is not the reason I was hoping to force me into adulthood.
I’m not ready for this. I’m not ready to lose. I’m not ready to be on my own, again. I’m not ready to be strong for others. But ready or not there is often no choice.
I’d give anything to be out of this hospital. I’d give anything to be out shooting and spending time thinking about the world at large. I’d give anything for my dad to be ok.
Why is normal so hard to do these days?