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David Early Photography

David Early Photography

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A place where teen angst and delinquency reared its head many 'a weekend. A place I look back fondly and think of whenever I reminisce of being carefree and without anxiety. I especially remember how quiet it was, only hearing the breeze flow through

Grandeur :

I remember taking this image with my grandfather while showing me the printing presses at the Mercury News. They'd slowly been stripped of electronics, parts sold off, or simply scrapped. It felt like were were walking through a temporary

Void : It only took 6 months to empty the entire machine warehouse of its Printers. Just months prior having willfully become lost amongst the machines, the paint mixers, and vast array of once occupied tool boxes, they all sat out in the parking lot

I remember standing in doorway of one of the dwellings recreated in the image of what once lie on the grounds of President James Madison's Montpelier Estate in silence. Throughout the tour, I remained fairly stoic, but it was the moment in these shan

While visiting Chase City, Virginia, returning back to my Great Aunt's farm, I remember she stopped for me and told me to get out, pointing out this structure deep in the back of a field. It was clearly abandoned, but she explained that this home was

The first long exposure I was truly proud of. Taken at Country View road, one of the only places where us youth felt free to do as we pleased with nearly no consequence.

Japan's countryside from the perspective of the Tokaido Shinkanzen. Watching the countryside race by at 150 or so miles an hour with a soundtrack playing was whimsical, the entire trip is something I cherish deeply.

Taken on a less frequented line to Osaka's Commemorative Expo Park. It was the only moment while on the two week trip where there wasn't a single other soul in the car with us. It was a moment I experienced as if watching a scene from a movie, removi

Shot on Cinestill 800 near Shin-Ōkubo station. This was taken on a walk I took alone around 10 pm, admittedly it was one of two times where I felt a profound sense of melancholy. I still haven't exactly interpreted why I felt this way, unsure weather