photography

Between the first signs of spring and the first snow of winter, demolition derbies flourish throughout the province of Quebec, Canada. Largely concentrated in the summer season, more than thirty of these events take place each year. Most demolition derbies happen in rural regions, and are often featured at the heart of town festival line-ups and agricultural fairs.

The Sydney Bus Collectors in Tempe, Australia.
A group of retired mechanics meet 3 days a week to trade stories, drink instant coffee, collect parts and restore Sydney's old buses.
This is Australia's largest running bus collection. One day per week the group runs bus rides on newly restored relics. These men find solace in this warehouse- they can collect and reflect.

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Dance is a series of infinitesimal poses, a succession of a million still frames, a reflection of its owner and of the party simultaneously. Or at least that's how it was for me when I came home and looked through shots that I found vibrant, of the moment and sometimes hilarious. Photographed through 2009-10 in various clubs and events in Amsterdam.

A single dancer on a chair freezes as others move rapidly around her in Table N Chairs, a modern dance deconstruction of traditional Chinese operas, performed in Beijing's Haidian Theater, Sept. 25, 2009. It was the second time the piece had been performed in Beijing since 2000, when the audience reception was particularly horrible, according to critics who disagreed with the interpretation of the 5,000 year-old cultural dance.

I've been photographing dance in Los Angeles for over 10 years.

I work with professional dancers and choreographers as well as with passion-dancers, the ones who dance because they must.

The joy, freedom and ecstasy that I witness when someone surrenders to dance make me think of the divine nature of humanity.

It is the most beautiful thing in the world.

Les Grands Ballets Canadiens de Montréal.

The sea, beautiful, alluring and powerful creature that she is, sometimes swallows ships and their passengers whole. These found bottles, lockets of last words, carried across waves by wind or carried reluctantly across the ocean floor by deep currents, harbor the hope that their authors last thoughts will not go unheard.. I have collected these bottles and documented them and the stories contained within. And now, with great care, I share them with you. I've limited names to their initials but, otherwise, kept the messages in tact.

Nature