004: January 4th, 2024

Postcards from Atlanta from last November.

I've spent most of my professional career thus far as a photographer. When I moved to Tennessee, I got a job at a small design agency and took a step back from being self employed for the first time ever.

I still take on photo projects, but they are generally fewer, a bit larger scale than before, and often less personal than they once were.

In truth, I was burnt out in 2021 from making photos as my livelihood and was ready for a break. The rest from it as my day to day job has been really wonderful, but over the past year I've been reengaging with the art form.

With my step back from social media, and into investing into this newsletter, I've been exploring ways to share more photos.

Postcards is a series I'd like to begin that’s meant for just that very thing-- to sharing images I've made using various different mediums of image making.

The first is a series of ten photos I made on a weekend trip to Atlanta last November using my iPhone and an app called Nomocam that operates as a film emulator and manipulates the software in a phone’s camera to make a clearer, crisper image. It's $25.99 a year, but I made these using the free trial and haven't decided yet if I'm going to purchase the app.

I was visiting Atlanta to watch my best friends open up for one of our mutual favorite bands My Morning Jacket — it was a very big deal and we had a remarkable time.

My Morning Jacket on stage at The Fox Theater. Every note that Jim James sings is melodic and unpredictable. I was particularly struck with how excellent the band sounded, the rare better-than-on-the-record performance.

Midways through the concert I stepped out to talk to my friends, fresh off the stage from opening. We were standing next to a beautiful staircase that had the most ornate rugs as runners. The Fox Theater is something special.

Down near the bathrooms in the theater there are elaborate seating areas. After the show we found ourselves sitting around and waiting for our friends to load up their equipment. This is a portrait of Julie Williams, who made the trip with me from Nashville.

In the same seating area, a portrait of my friend Jake. I have the address of the Jake’s college home tattooed in a clock on my arm.

The bar where we drank too many Guinesses.

Always up to trouble outside the venue with Devon Gilfillian.

Hangover pancakes shared with one of my oldest friends Jason at the most delightful diner, Ria’s Bluebird.

My friends Jake (pictured above) and Emily celebrated two years of marriage the day after I arrived. These are their celebratory flowers.

An impressive cocktail stirrer collection.

My sendoff committee, my dearest dog friend Sage held by her father Jake.

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