Photographs by Matthew McGlennen
I love the ambiguity of unravel - it can represent destruction, just as it can represent cleansing. It can speak to the unrelenting forces beyond our control, or the simple, deliberate act of undoing.
I love the ambiguity of unravel - it can represent destruction, just as it can represent cleansing. It can speak to the unrelenting forces beyond our control, or the simple, deliberate act of undoing.
On the shoreline, there is a constant battle for sovereignty. These images explore the effects of Hurricane Sandy and reconstruction efforts within the landscape over time.
The moon was an achievement for all of us. It was also a dimly lit, grey place, where revelry was what we made of it.
Belongings dispersed and distributed / Are treasures in some other troves
Lately, the coffee has been strong, the friends / plentiful as maple keys spinning on the breeze
One hour a day I trade / an urban jungle for a garden / bed where compost soil rests
She glances downstream toward a big evergreen—a white pine, maybe?
Oh, hello. You must be new here. First off, Iowa is weather and corn.