I’ve got North Carolina photos but I’m saving them for the dead of winter. On the darkest, coldest day of the year, I’m going to revive the summer. At least on this page. For now, I’m working on new portfolios and combing through my archives. Here’s a shoot from last fall for a Nike lookbook.

Lost in the cornstalks. Chased by masked men picking up extra work at harvest time. Brandishing a plastic sword and a chainsaw missing its chain. A deranged clown refusing to break character. Gripping fear, tightening chest. New Jersey is where I came to die.