A tornado hit Hampton, VA on the evening of June 1st. Since it was so close to home, I headed up on Saturday morning to survey the damage and take some photos. We ended up responding for a few days, helping homeowners cover roofs and clean up debris. I snapped these the first morning--crews had just started cleaning up vegetation in the street. Big, beautiful trees had been uprooted. Luckily I only spotted a few homes that been split in two by giant trees.
On April 4th tornadoes touched down in several places around the Dallas-Fort Worth area.
Within hours I was on a plane headed to Dallas. As part of a rapid response team, I was sent to make damage assessments to determine if a full deployment would be necessary. Driving around parts of South Dallas, namely Lancaster, we saw heavy damage inflicted on brick structures: something we look for. Below are some of the photos from my first few days in Lancaster.
My wife and I have been fascinated by Ireland for years. Luckily her ancestors are from Ireland, which makes me an honorary Irishman... I think. We were married this last August and decided to go to Ireland for our honeymoon. The trip wasn't intended to be a photo adventure, but we couldn't help but treat it like one. Driving on the wrong side of the road, exploring quaint towns and rolling green hills, we snapped some 2000 photos in only seven days.
I could go on describing some of the sights, but the pictures do it way more justice than words ever could. There's a gaelic saying...
A long, long time ago a fourteen year old version of myself found my dad's old Canon AE-1.
It sat in a box, taped up, with old cords and other junk. It was gathering dust, which made no sense to teenage me because, well, it looked so damn cool. I was surprised to find the camera in good working condition, whirling to life and flashing green and red numbers through the viewfinder. I had no clue how to use it, but I sure tried. Through clever Ebay bidding in college I collected old FD lenses for it (the mount Canon used back in the 80s). Now they sit on a shelf next to my bed, collecting dust...
After spending the day in a tornado disaster zone, I was headed to my hotel in Marion, Illinois. As I drove down the interstate at sunset I could see a thick cloud of smoke streaming up from the historic part of town. I had a little extra energy, and I was feeling curious, so I steered my van towards the plume to see what had happened. I've photographed fires from a distance, but never this close before.
The fire department was fighting a large house fire, and was struggling to keep it contained. The town's newspaper would later reveal that the fire started in the kitchen, and traveled up the center...