Trans Atlantic Photo

I will be posting a great deal of images in the coming hours. I just got married and returned from the honeymoon of a lifetime. We spent a week in Crete and a week in Rome. Amazing. Enjoy.

Some more images from the editorial

Shot in a rent-by-the-hour motel somwhere in New Jersey.

This is a portrait of my nephew on his 3rd birthday. Enough said.

During my time in Riverhead, Long Island this past weekend I went to an alpaca farm with my fiance so she could buy yarn, wool and other animal fibers to knit with. I watched as a man tried to demonstrate how to properly shear an alpaca and witnessed the chaotic aftermath when it all went terribly wrong. The animal seemed securely bound during the first half of the shearing, however when the gentleman tried to flip the animal over to remove the other side the alpaca was able to loosen the restraints and squirm free. The gentleman was caught off guard as the alpaca rose to his feet and trampled him while trying to escape the electric clippers. I noticed the man was in terrible pain from the trampling but he somehow managed to gain composure and pursue the half-shaved alpaca. I stood by and watched the alpaca and the man run around the pasture together in a dangerous game of cat and mouse and was flabbergasted to see it continue zig-zaging around the property and eventually on the road through on-coming traffic. It went on like this for quite a while, the old and tired farmer just trying to keep pace with the much more adept animal. At times, the alpaca would stand still just long enough for the man to approach with his rope and harness, then the alpaca would rear his head and spit directly in the man's face. It was a very bizarre scene and by now most of the children that were in attendance were in tears- terrified at the scene before them.

This was taken this past weekend at a beach in Riverhead, Long Island.

I found this desert dweller aimlessly wondering the sand dunes on the outskirts of the Salton Sea. I remember he mumbled something about trying to hop the next freight train east so he could reunite with his lost kitten in West Texas. He had been walking through the Mojave Desert for days without water, food, money or purpose. He was convinced that he was once Richard Nixon in a past life and at times he would make crude and irrelevant comments towards women and children. When I tried to photograph him he repeatedly spit at me while calling me "baby girl." He had apparently confused me with his youngest daughter Lilac.

Not too much to say about this image. Just a coupple of East Coast cowboys looking for anything hard.