Rush Hour on 17th

Old Pine at Sunset

It is the extreme that calls photographers to action. So when a -40° windchill struck Denver I headed out to brave that bitter cold. By the time I made it 10 blocks my body was so bitten that my hearing was affected. That my friends is extreme. Thankfully the usual camps where Denver’s homeless slept were empty, for assuredly any souls left out that night would have departed this life.

Rush-hour Quiet

Ribcage Pine

17th Stantion

Lamplight

Untitled

Lonesome