Family Fleetwood. Seaside, CA 2014
She Said She Was His Only Friend. Campbell, CA 2014
Fault Lines. San Jose, CA 2014
I Miss the Sound of Your Voice. San Jose, CA 2014
No Overnight Parking. San Jose, CA 2012
Stroller Parking. San Jose, CA 2013
Seven, No Up. San Jose, CA 2012
Cinema is Dead. San Jose, CA 2013
Over the weekend I dug through my files, looking back at the time I spent photographing Faber's Bicycles. In my ongoing photography project, I try to document life and the things I see perched on the edge of forgotten suburban dreams, overlooked by the communities where these places and people live. I have seen countless landmarks disappear and replaced by unimaginative strip malls, plastic signs, and housing developments. I try to not let it effect me, but it's difficult when I spend so much time visiting and documenting these places, knowing each year less of them will be around. If you share my passion for history and architecture, please consider joining one of the organizations below:
If you're interested in donating money to save the Faber's Bicycles building a campaing has been started on Fundly.
We missed the shop on the first turn and had to go around again, but no one gave it a second thought until we found ourselves minutes late for a massive traffic accident.
Charleston Auto Parts. North Las Vegas, Nevada.
Trapped, but I can’t see a way out. San Jose, California.
What I thought would be a solitary trip down the alley way is instead a meeting with a cold, passing glance.
San Jose, California.
A Chevy Malibu, the same color green as so many kitchen appliances of the same year, in the parking lot of the Eden Motel in Las Vegas, Nevada.
Signs on top of signs, fighting for their message to been seen, but at this point there's nothing left to say.
Las Vegas, Nevada.
Angels arching overhead. Las Vegas, Nevada.
The Par A Dice Motel in Las Vegas, Nevada. A motel that wants you to know they have daily rates.
A beautiful and grand victorian home is now just an empty, ornate box perched on the edge of a downtown parking lot.
This ghost sign, graffiti scarred and forgotten, one of the few fragments of proof the Hart family ever lived in San Jose, waits along the tracks. The family, who owned a local department store, lost their son, Brooke, to one for the valley's most infamous kidnappings and murders.
While snapping a few photos of this motel, a man walked past, stopping momentarily to strike up a brief, but enthusiastic conversation with a fire hydrant on the other side of the parking lot. He snapped and pointed his fingers at it before he walked away.
The Holiday Motel. Portland, Oregon.