The Church says, "The negative effects and consequences of marijuana use on individuals, families, and society at large are well-known." This is a lie.
For David L., a homeless man in Salt Lake City, broadcasting his thoughts while walking the streets alone is not madness but spiritual practice.
On January 31 at 7:00 pm, at the Sorensen Center, I'll be giving a short presentation on photography and how it informs my life.
A few nighttime photos made with Fuji Acros 100, in and around Provo, Utah, during winter 2017.
A life unfolds in weeks, days, seconds, even infinitesimal moments. But it's made sense of and recalled in chapters. And chapters span years.
I felt that profound curiosity which everyone of us feels every day of his life to know something of the inner impulses which stir his nearest neighbor.
What is gained when you miss the shot, what is lost when you get it?
A trio of Utah creatives launches a music venue and community events center that promises to spontaneously combust around the state.
I went camping and the moon was full and when it reached in the sky to eleven o’clock I abandoned my fire and walked. The San Rafael River gargled like the sound of a thousand thrushes in the distance. The desert sand glistened.
Misfits threaten to diversify Provo, Utah, with The Boxcar Studios—an atelier and community events center.
I remember nights on your patio, admiring your handiwork and greenthumbery, drinking whiskey or playing guitars, talking...
I presented the following speech at UVU's My Word!, a ceremony that celebrates student art and writing as published in the English department's journals.
If we want a future with a public sphere that upholds American democracy, we need to rethink how we publish, pay for, and consume digital news media.
Frank is owed a pension, but he can’t get it. Payroll won’t dispense it unless Frank has both an address and a bank account, but he can’t get either of those without the money.
This article is for anyone in recovery who senses that sometimes it's the people who want the best for us that hold us down.
The first rule is to know that you will die and, barring a house fire, your photos will not.
When Steve and his brothers puffed stogies in the woods, they felt like men. They felt as free as the smoke that wafted from their faces up into the ether.
Free from delirium, I am full of delusions. Or am I? Where am I?
The skies are clearing, the days warming. I don't mind the pain.
A profile of a young addict prompts reflection on the American way.
Had death come for Willy in that moment, in that matchbox garage, I suspect he wouldn’t have shuddered. Nor would he have succumbed without a terrible fight.
I believe, as Freud and Nietzsche do, that our motives remain unknown to us. So I can't tell you why I do photography. But I can theorize.
When Tiff was a toddler, her mother would send her to the neighbor’s to borrow a loaf of bread, which would serve as family dinner.
The Delta Bike Project supplies the community of Mobile, Alabama, with transportation, recreation, and simple work opportunities.
Do you ever feel exhausted or alone or confused so badly that the answers you normally feed yourself about life and meaning lose their efficacy?
"It looks like I'm kind of a hellraiser and shit, but they think I'm an angel."
"Music is a shared form of art. It's one thing to play a song and enjoy it, but it's a whole other thing when you perform in front of an audience."
"I have no address, no bills, no power, no gas, no rent. I don’t have a care in the fucking world."
"That’s been a huge awakening for me: I am who I am. And whatever God is, he's not mad at me."
When Hill first arrived in Moab he had no intentions of settling down. He believed he could always live happily out of his truck. But over time Hill acquired—as he puts it—“a bunch of stuff.” Which includes a store full of bikes.