
Having Lunch with Nana and Papa
“I tell ya, I’m old. I wear a mask, but I’m not like you,” she says with a New York accent that has persisted longer than her desire for me to have children. “If I get it, I get it. If I die, I die.” This isn’t morbid. This is just Nana.
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[Kings Waffle] Chapter 16
The pandemic continues and with it comes limited hours and extra safety precautions. I wondered, though, even in a world where the operating times weren’t just 6 A.M. to 2 P.M., would anyone be hanging out late into the night still?
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[Kings Waffle] Chapter 15: Kelli Week
The retail store I worked at closed at 9 PM. On an ideal shift, when no one was being difficult, I was out of there at 10. I could be at Kings Waffle with a fresh pack of Camels and warm coffee by 10:20. After the post-amusement park rush died down, I could then order some food and talk with Kelli. That is, only if it was “Kelli Week.”

The House I Grew Up In
There have been a lot of abandoned places over the years. For awhile, the subject of "urban exploration" was the main focus of my photographic and written work. Since I was 17, I’ve had the opportunity to document many captivating subjects in both the historic and visual sense. Sometimes I was with a guide or showing up with an invitation—other times it was more of an “adventure,” if you will. From “ghost ships” to subway tunnels to stadiums and amusement parks—the types of places have varied, but there are two distinct categories in which I’ve viewed these derelict locales: the ones I knew and the ones I didn’t.
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[Kings Waffle] Chapter 14: The First Family
I gripped the handle and kept an eye on the rolling, digital numbers. Right around $10, I let go of the pump. “That oughta be good for now,” I figured, just enough gas to get me by until the next payday. I hopped in the car and got ready to head towards my job of the moment. It wasn’t a bad gig by any means, but it was a stop gap—a situation I had never thought I’d find myself in. As I got ready for another night of anxiety surrounding my future and pretending I knew how to sell shoes, a Fed Ex truck passed me and my phone rang.
It was...
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[Kings Waffle] Chapter 13: Physical Expressions
Sometimes Kings Waffle manifests itself in physical form, not just in people.

Return to the "Ghost Ship"
Seven years ago, the notion of kayaking across the Ohio seemed crazy, especially for someone who had no knowledge or experience of paddling. I’d tell you I’m an expert now, but that’d be a lie…
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[35mm Ohio] Jolly's
Chris and I finally reached an age where our parents were cool with us taking our bikes to Jolly’s by ourselves. We pedaled from our suburban street, on the sidewalk down Nilles Rd, crossed near the YMCA, and then rode up to the orange building and metal roof. With our own cash we bought chili dogs, french fries, and root beer—enjoying the meal and our newfound freedom on a plastic table just outside the main entrance. I loved that day.


From The Archives: Surf Cincinnati on 35mm
Surf Cincinnati was the place where I first indulged in a curiosity of exploring abandoned locales, the place that turned a childhood interest with photography into a passion. I loved “Surf” as a 90s kid when it was alive just as much as I loved wandering through its derelict state later in life. The park has always stuck with me, a subject that still shines influence on my writing and photography to this day.
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[Kings Waffle] Chapter 11: (Just a Few of) The Waffle Makers
Oftentimes at Kings Waffle, the distinction of employee and friend is/was blurry. People who worked there became friends. Friends who you met there became employees. There were even a few who regularly rotated between both categories (and that’s not at all to say that an employee couldn’t be a friend, just that some folks fluctuated). I even once considered putting in a job application at times—if I was there enough anyways and I needed some extra cash, why not learn how to cook or serve tables?

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[Kings Waffle] Chapter 10: Waiting for the Lights
My best guess?
Even if the place wasn’t shut down with padlocks on the door, I’d still probably not know anybody inside. There’s a good chance I might still recognize some of the regulars or an employee, but I don’t know if they’d remember me. I haven’t been here in awhile. Nevertheless, on this day, at this time—Kings Waffle is where I want to be.

Demonstrations in Cincinnati on May 30, June 1, June 3, and June 8, 2020.
As demonstrations against racism and police brutality took place across the world following the death of George Floyd, I documented some of the local protests for Cincinnati Public Radio/91.7 WVXU. The following photographs were made on May 30, June 1, June 3, and June 8, 2020.

Death of The Dennison
The Dennison Hotel building once stood on the eastern side of Downtown Cincinnati's Main St. between 7th and 8th Streets. The building was part of the "Cincinnati East Manufacturing and Warehouse District," an area officially cataloged with the National Register of Historic Places.
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[35mm Ohio] Covid-19 and Kodak 400
If you’re a regular follower of this site, some of these frames may seem familiar. I documented my experience with the COVID-19 Pandemic back on March 30th. A month and a half later, I’ve started writing and stopped writing this particular post here several times. I think, for now, I’m content to let the previous words stand on their own. Here, it’s just Kodak 400 shot through a Pentax K1000.
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[35mm Ohio] Wilmington, Waterloo, Waterfront, and the Tri-C Campus District Station
Photographs made with a Pentax K1000 and Canon AF35MMII loaded with Kodak Ultramax 400.