filmed in florida
35mm film series, taken with a plastic rotating camera
Archival inkjet prints
Kanapaha Gardens
Archival inkjet print, 52” x 12”
Before the Floods
Archival inkjet print, 58” x 12”
Lily Pad Pond
Archival inkjet print, 58” x 12”
Turning Back
Archival inkjet print, 58” x 12”
Water Wings and a Holga
Archival inkjet print, 44” x 12”
St Augustine Lighthouse
Archival inkjet print, 58” x 12”
Not the Ocean, St Johns Riverwalk
Archival inkjet print, 62” x 12”
Boneyard Beach
Archival inkjet print, 62” x 12”
The Handoff
Archival inkjet print, 44” x 12”
Independence
Archival inkjet print, 52” x 12”
Crowded at the Springs
Archival Inkjet print, 52” x 12”
High in the Sky
Archival inkjet print, 58” x 12”
Get Reel
Archival inkjet print, 44” x 12”
Ava is Hiding Again
Archival inkjet print, 44” x 12”
Low Tide
Archival inkjet print, 44” x 12”
Into our Woods
Archival inkjet print, 44” x 12”
Springs Time
Archival inkjet print, 44” x 12”
Watching, Waiting
Archival inkjet print, 58” x 12”
Jarboe Park, Jacksonville Beach, Florida
Archival inkjet print, 58” x 12”
Ferris Wheel Above Palatka
Archival inkjet print, 44” x 12”
A decade-long 35mm film series that explores memory and perception through the material conditions of photographic image-making. Using a rotating plastic camera, the images embrace distortion, fragmentation, and optical imperfection as active elements, where bending horizons and fractured highlights echo the way recollection shifts over time.
Drawing from the visual language of vernacular photography and home family films, the series repositions these familiar aesthetics within a sustained, deliberate practice. Rooted in the sensory experience of Florida, the images move away from fixed description toward a more fluid record of looking, where clarity gives way to duration, and nostalgia emerges not as sentiment, but as a condition shaped by mistiness, repetition, and change.
The photographs, of beaches, fairs, parks, the familiar pull of a lake house, arrive softened, slightly unmoored, as if remembered rather than seen. They echo the texture of treasured family films: sun-faded, imperfect, and continuous, carrying with them the quiet rhythm of growing up in the American South.