Stained Grounds
I lived my life through coffee, leaving the last drops of each cup to forever dry to the bottom of the single-use paper cup; the moment of consumption now long past. But with these speckled brown patterns remaining affixed to the bottom of every cup I drank, I’m left with a visual document of my thoughts, feelings, and actions as I was feeding my addiction.
10pm
A Recent Change
Atlanta, Georgia
Awareness of My Addiction
Back to Normal
Deja Vu (Same Thing, Different Day)
Driving Two Hours in the Rain to See Old Friends and Make New Ones
Dublin, Ohio
Feeding The Addiction I
Feeding The Addiction II
Final Preparations (Two Week's Vacation)
How Not To Fret, At Least For Now
Hunting (for a photographic moment in Sunbury)
Interstate 70
Just Another 20 Hour Day At The Office
Just Another Day At The Office
Just Like Any Other Day
Meeting The Family
Midnight Inspiration
New Year, New Friends, New Beginnings
Nighttime Rendezvous
Passing Hurdles (It's Over!)
Success (The Weight Suddenly Lifting Off Your Shoulders)
Sunday Morning (1)
Sunday Morning (2)
The Stress of a Time Bomb Ticking from Within
Under The Weather
Unexpected Surprise
Unremarkable
Waiting