Weathered Edges: Photographs from Twillingate, Newfoundland

Twillingate, Newfoundland: Coastal Photography from a Weathered Fishing Village

Raw and Honest Travel Photography from the North Atlantic Coast of Canada

Twillingate isn’t a polished resort town catering to tourists with deep pockets and that’s what makes it worth photographing. It sits out there on the far edge of Newfoundland facing the North Atlantic like it’s been in a long, quiet standoff with the sea. You don’t end up in a place like this by accident. It’s not on the way to anywhere. It is the end of the road.

What you find when you get there is a real working town. Fishing boats that still leave the docks. Lobster traps stacked high. Salt-stained siding on colorful houses that have stood up to more storms than most people ever will. Everything here feels like it’s been through something and come out the other side tougher.

I didn’t go looking for the postcard version of Newfoundland. I was more interested in the cracks in the paint. The soft fog that swallows the landscape. The feeling of standing in a place that’s been shaped by time, wind, and water.

What to Do in Twillingate (Besides Freeze Your Face Off)

Iceberg Tour

Admittedly I was less than enthusiastic when Emily said she signed us up for an iceberg tour on our first day in Twillingate. It just seemed like a gimmick where you spent too much time on a boat driving out into the middle of the ocean to look at an unimpressive chunk of ice. Now, having done it, I’d say the tour is a must-do!! Pulling out of the harbor we could see an iceberg off-shore, which the captain informed us was 14 miles away!! The ride to get there took about an hour and a half, which might seem long, but the anticipation and changing views of the iceberg makes it a lot of fun. The closer you get, the more details and features reveal themselves. We were both completely blown away. Truly stunned at how magnificent it was up close. One of those things you can try explaining to people but the only way to understand is to experience it for yourself.

*** Bring binoculars - it’s very entertaining to look at all the whales, waterfowl (Puffins), icebergs, and coastline from the boat.

Food in Twillingate

Twillingate isn’t a culinary mecca. It’s a fishing town, so the local offerings are either bar food or seafood (cod), and of course the obligatory Chinese take-out. Annie’s Harbour Restaurant is your best bet for lunch or dinner, and like the name suggests, it’s right on the water so the views are great. Crow’s Nest Cafe is the spot for breakfast. If you’re looking for a drink, head over to Stage Head Pub. They have a bunch of beer on tap including the local Split Rock Brewing Company - made in Twillingate but they don’t have a tasting room, so it’s only available on tap around the island.

Go For A Hike

All around town you’ll see subtle signs for Rockcut - A Walk on The Edge. Rockcut is a series of trails that cover the entire Twillingate area and offer amazing elevated views of the rugged coastline and have offerings for all level of hiker. We did one that started from the Long Point Lighthouse that was a lot of fun and could see all the way (14 miles) out to the iceberg from the previous days tour.

Walk Around Town (with or without a camera)

I’ve always believed that the best way to see and learn about a new place is to walk. And Twillingate isn’t a big place, so walking is an easy option. Early mornings there seem to be quite foggy, providing the perfect vibe for poking around the fishing docks and getting a feel for the locals daily life.

Fine Art Prints Available

If any of these scenes from Twillingate stuck with you, prints are available, and licensing is always an option for editorial and commercial usage. Contact me directly for options.

Iceberg seen during a tour from Twillingate, Newfoundland

Lobster pots stacked up on the fishing docks in Twillingate

Homes on the rugged coastline of Twillingate

Early morning in a small Newfoundland town

Photograph of boats in the fishing docks in Twillingate

A rocky island off the northern coast of Newfoundland, Canada

A private fishing dock in Newfoundland

The town of Twillingate, Newfoundland, Canada

Fog covering abandoned barns in Twillingate, Newfoundland

Old wooden fishing docks

Commercial fishing boats fill the docks in Twillingate

The rocky coastline of Newfoundland

Colorful dockhouse in the harbor of Twillingate

A stack of commercial lobster pots

A rocky island off the coast of Twillingate

Commercial fishing boats in the harbor of Twillingate, Canada

Black and white photograph of homes in a small cove on the coast of Newfoundland

Photographs of Helper, Utah: From coal town to creative heaven

Helper, Utah Photography — Historic Town & Creative Community

Helper, Utah — nestled in eastern Utah along U.S. Routes 6 and 191 is a historic railroad and coal mining town that has become a vibrant creative community with galleries, murals, and architectural character. Through this fine art photography essay, I explore Helper’s unique blend of West-side grit and artistic reinvention, capturing both the visual texture and the spirit of place. These photographs are available for editorial and commercial licensing or fine art prints.

Finding Helper by Accident

Helper is one of the seemingly endless gems available to any road tripper willing to get off the beaten path while exploring Utah. Years ago I was driving up the 191 and stopped to make a photograph of the old sign for the Balance Rock Motel. I’m a sucker for vintage signage anyway, but this was particularly interesting with the stark desert features in the background. Add in the 7up sign and it became a must stop. Looking around there was no inclination of any sort of civilization, let alone an entire town. While standing there making photographs a policeman stopped to ask what I was doing and seemed satisfied enough with the answer. Afterward I continued on my way, thinking there was nothing else in the area at all to photograph. Some ten years later I discovered a thriving artist community in Helper, tucked away off the 191—a stunning backroad for people driving south from Salt Lake City and continuing east on the 70. Driving into town is sort of a “holy shit” moment. Why is this town here and how does it survive? And the only real answer is art! Helper, Utah is an artist community in the middle of nowhere filled with galleries! It’s such an incredibly unique place. In all my travels I’ve never really seen anything like it. And the excitement that comes from discovering such a town is what keep me addicting to road trips!

The History & Character of Helper, Utah

Helper earned its name from the extra locomotives — “helper engines” — that once assisted trains climbing the steep grades of Price Canyon. Built around coal mining and railroads, the town became home to generations of immigrant workers and working families tied to industry.

Today, while traces of that history remain in brick storefronts and aging infrastructure, Helper has evolved into something more layered. Art galleries now sit beside historic buildings. Murals appear along alleyways. The town has quietly become a creative community while still holding onto its industrial backbone.

That mix of railroad grit and artistic reinvention gives Helper a visual character that feels distinctly Western — but not romanticized.

Photographing Main Street & Roadside Landmarks

Much of this series focuses on the visual details that define Helper’s personality. These aren’t dramatic landscape icons. They are quieter observations — architectural lines, faded paint, shadow, typography, and the space between buildings. The kinds of details that reveal how a town actually lives.

Photographing Helper wasn’t about spectacle. It was about slowing down long enough to notice what remains.

Helper Within the Larger American Road Project

This work fits into a long-term body of photography documenting small towns and overlooked places across America. For over 15 years, I’ve driven hundreds of thousands of miles searching for places that feel visually honest — towns shaped by time rather than reinvention.

Helper stands out because it holds both histories at once: the industrial past and a creative present. It reflects a broader story about rural America adapting without fully erasing itself.

In many ways, Helper represents what draws me back to the road again and again — not the famous destinations, but the towns in between.

Image Licensing — Helper, Utah Photography

These photographs of Helper, Utah are available for editorial and commercial licensing. The work documents a historic railroad and mining town in transition — architecture, signage, Main Street storefronts, and the evolving character of a creative Western community.

The images are well suited for:

• Editorial features on small town revitalization

• Travel and regional publications

• Western heritage stories

• Cultural and architectural essays

• Brand campaigns rooted in authentic American settings

Each photograph is available for licensed use in print or digital formats. If you’re interested in discussing usage, publication, or commercial applications, please reach out directly.

Continue Exploring the American West

Helper is just one chapter in a larger body of work documenting small towns, desert highways, and overlooked corners of the American landscape.

View the full Utah Fine Art Photography Gallery to see more images from across the state, or explore the broader American Road Trip Photography Collection featuring small towns and roadside scenes from across the country.

The Balance Rock Motel - Helper, Utah

Historic brick storefronts line Main Street in Helper, Utah, pressed tightly against the towering Book Cliffs.

Vintage signage at Lasalle’s on Main Street in Helper, Utah

Main St. - Helper, Utah

The Lincoln Hotel corner glows in late light — Coca-Cola signage, Texaco branding, and filling station details capturing the Americana character of Helper, Utah.

The Strand Theater in Helper, Utah

The Hotel Newhouse

A Union Pacific freight locomotive rolls into Helper, Utah beneath the Book Cliffs — a reminder of the town’s railroad and coal mining roots in eastern Utah.

Rex Berry Field sits quietly beneath the dramatic Book Cliffs, where high school football and desert landscape meet in Helper, Utah.

A traditional barber pole stands along Main Street in Helper, Utah, framed by layered signage and historic storefronts.

A large “Helper Drawing Crayons” mural reflects the town’s creative revival, set against the rugged cliffs that define eastern Utah.

A bold “Hamburger — Helper, Utah” mural reads “Coming Someday… Maybe?” — small-town humor painted large on a downtown wall.

Parked cars line a quiet residential street while black tanker rail cars stretch across the horizon — industry and daily life intersecting in Helper, Utah.

The restored Continental Oil Company station stands beneath the desert cliffs in Helper, Utah — vintage petroleum branding framed by Western landscape.

A modest hillside home overlooks Helper, Utah, framed by layered desert mesas and distant snow along the Book Cliffs — residential life set against the vast Western landscape.

The former J.C. Penney building now houses a Fine Arts gallery in downtown Helper, Utah — a retail relic reimagined as part of the town’s creative revival.

A “For Sale” sign reflects in the glass of a downtown Helper storefront — a quiet indicator of economic transition in this historic railroad town.

A storefront display on Main Street reads, “Hello… You Think You Know But You Have No Idea” — a subtle reminder of the layered identity of Helper, Utah.

The La Salle Hotel stands at a quiet corner in Helper, Utah — brick facade, vertical hotel sign, and long shadows marking a century of Western travel history.

An exposed Estey piano mechanism reveals aged wood, metal, and string — a close study of craftsmanship discovered in Helper, Utah.

Oregon Landscape Photography Prints

Oregon Wall Art - Landscape Photography

Oregon is a special place. Not just as a part of America, but of the world. It’s truly unique, with a vibe you can’t find anywhere else. Going through these images has been a lot of fun, revisiting past road trips through the state, as well as a gentle reminder that it’s been far too long since seeing that magical place. The photographs stir up great memories of being on the road with Mojo. One in particular several years back in the middle of winter. We were driving late at night on a backroad through the Cascade Range. No towns. No street lights. Nothing. It was freezing cold and the entire landscape was covered in a fresh blanket of snow. At some point I started feeling a very bizarre energy that was totally unexplainable, but it persisted long enough to make me think. “Pulsing” is the only way I can describe it. The sensation continued for a while, so I pulled over, got out of the truck and just stood there. There were no signs of civilization at all. And after my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could see massive snow covered peaks on all corners of the horizon that seemed to be glowing. One of them was Mt. Hood, not sure what the rest of them were. Either way, I’d never experienced anything like it before or after that day. I was totally in awe at the sight and energy they were putting off. And to see so many prominent peaks so far away all at once, seemed totally surreal. All I could do was stand there and take it in. No images were made that night, but it’s a memory that will never leave me.

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Mt. Hood Wall Art

Lake Albert - Oregon - Photography Print

Oregon Photography

Country Road in Oregon

Seneca, Oregon

Lake Albert, Oregon - Wall Art

Highway 395 - Oregon

Mt. Hood Photography Print

Country road in Oregon

Oregon Road Trip

American Road Trip Photography

The Great American Road Trip - Photography

When are you supposed to say enough is enough and move on to another subject? Roadside Meditations was published a few months back, which would (should?) be the logical line in the sand stating ok, you did the thing, now try something else! And a person smarter than myself would probably do that! History thus far does not comply. My long term personal project are just that, personal. So I might partially focus on a new subject, but I’m always on the look-out for images that fit the older projects too. It’s not intentional. It just is. I love these projects and can’t help myself.

Click HERE to purchase a copy of Roadside Meditations or contact me directly to inquire about prints of my American road trip photography.

Wyola, Montana

California desert

Wyoming

California desert

Parker, Wyoming

California desert

California desert

California desert

Vietnamese Basketball Photographs

Vietnam Basketball Hoops

Street Courts, Local Culture, and Basketball Photography from Vietnam

Basketball is often thought of as an American export — born in a Massachusetts gymnasium in 1891 and carried outward through schools, cities, and eventually professional leagues around the world. While traveling through Vietnam, I was struck by how naturally the game has taken root there, not as a spectacle, but as part of everyday life.

Across cities, towns, and quieter neighborhoods, basketball hoops appear in unexpected places: schoolyards, narrow streets, open courtyards, and community spaces where the game feels woven into the rhythm of daily life. This series documents basketball hoops in Vietnam as quiet markers of a global sport adapting to a local landscape.

Basketball Culture in Vietnam

Basketball in Vietnam doesn’t announce itself loudly. It exists alongside scooters, street vendors, and the constant motion of city life. In larger cities like Ha Noi, formal courts sit beside improvised spaces where a single hoop is enough to gather players at dusk. The game is played casually — pickup runs, after-school games, and neighborhood meetups — less about structure and more about presence.

What stood out most was how accessible basketball felt. You didn’t need a gym or a polished court. A hoop mounted to a wall or standing alone on cracked pavement was enough. These small courts and informal hoops reflect how basketball culture adapts when it travels — shaped by space, environment, and community rather than uniform design.

Vietnam Basketball Hoops as Photographic Subjects

As a photographer, basketball hoops have long fascinated me as cultural objects. In Vietnam, they become especially compelling. The hoops themselves often show signs of wear — rusted rims, faded backboards, uneven surfaces — but they feel purposeful, still actively used and cared for.

Photographing these hoops wasn’t about action or athletic performance. Instead, it was about the spaces around them: the architecture, the light, the way people move through the frame even when they aren’t playing. These images sit somewhere between travel photography, documentary work, and fine art basketball photography.

Each hoop tells a quiet story about place. They suggest where kids gather after school, where communities overlap, and how a global sport finds a local expression far from its origins.

Street Basketball Courts in Ha Noi and Beyond

Many of the basketball hoops in this series were photographed in and around Ha Noi, where dense urban neighborhoods create intimate court environments. Others were found while traveling through smaller towns and less-touristed areas, where hoops feel more isolated — standing alone in open spaces, waiting for players to return.

These locations reveal a side of Vietnam that isn’t always highlighted in travel photography. Basketball courts become landmarks, offering insight into daily routines rather than postcard views. They act as subtle entry points into understanding local culture through sport.

A Global Game, Seen Through Travel Photography

Basketball’s global reach is often discussed in terms of professional leagues and international competition. What interests me more are these quieter expressions — the places where the game exists without spectacle.

This project fits within my larger body of work documenting basketball hoops across different regions, from small towns in the United States to international locations like Vietnam. In each place, the hoop remains recognizable, but the environment reshapes its meaning.

Vietnam basketball hoops feel rooted, practical, and alive. They are not nostalgic relics, but active participants in daily life.

Prints and Licensing

These photographs are part of an ongoing documentary and fine art series exploring basketball culture through place.
Fine art prints of select images from this Vietnam basketball hoops series are available for collectors, and the work is also available for editorial and commercial licensing.

If you’re interested in prints, licensing, or learning more about this project, feel free to get in touch.

More Basketball Stories From Around The World

European Basketball - Basketball hoops photographed across European cities and small towns, showing how the game lives far beyond its American roots.

American Basketball - A long-term photography project documenting old and handmade basketball hoops found throughout the United States.

Hoop Prints - Select basketball hoop photographs available as fine art prints for collectors and interior spaces.

Vietnamese basketball hoop

Basketball hoop in Ha Noi, Vietnam

Hoi An, Vietnam basketball hoop

Basketball court in Vietnam

Colorful basketball court at a school in Vietnam

Black and white photograph of a Vietnamese basketball hoop

Photograph of an old basketball hoop at a school in a small Vietnamese town

Montana Road Trip

Talking highly about Montana is better left to the most lyrical of wordsmiths because I certainly can’t do that place any justice. Maybe that should be a personal goal? I’m fresh off the road after spending over a week in that glorious state and can’t wait to go back. This trip was particularly visual due to to the heavy winter snowfall that made everything greener than green. I’ve never been to Ireland, but the particular hue off grass felt more like something you could only see there. Check back soon to see images from the two cattle ranches I photographed, but don’t expect any images of trout. Those are only in my head.

Road Trip Photos - USA

Photography and the Great American Road Trip

Road Trip Photo Book

It’s a good thing most people only think of Las Vegas when Nevada gets brought up. Otherwise it gets thrown into the “fly over state” category. Staying that way would be just fine. The hoards can go elsewhere and leave the untamed beauty to the rest of us that truly appreciate it. Of the states many redeeming qualities, under populated ranks very high on the list. I’d argue it has everything, but that’s an obvious bias. The biggest draw is almost endless open roads, which is why it fits so nicely for my Roadside Meditations series. One of those places that really allows your mind to wander. Beyond that, it’s got sage brush, deserts, mountains, snowboarding, fly fishing, and cattle ranches. What more does a guy need? All joking aside, Nevada is a really special place. Another one that took me a while to understand or appreciate, but now the hooks are firmly planted. Desert mornings and evenings offer a vibe you can’t find elsewhere. It’s something about the light mixed with the color palette and textures of the landscape. I’ve spent many a night sleeping in my truck in Nevada, waking up to sunrises that rival any in the country.

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Goodsprings, Nevada - Road Trip Photography

Goodsprings, Nevada - American Road Trip

Jean, Nevada - Road Trip Photography

Hawthorne, Nevada - American Road Trip Photography

Sandy Valley, Nevada - Travel Photography - America

Sandy Valley, Nevada - Road Trip Photo Book

Walker Lake, Nevada - American Photography

American Road Trip Photography

Carson Valley, Nevada - American Photography

Driving Through America

American Road Trip Photography

More from the road this winter. You never know what you’ll find out there, which is most of the draw. If you knew, what fun would it be? That’d be like fly fishing if you were guaranteed a catch every single time out. It’s about the hunt. The coyote image is a great example how the road always keeps you guessing. I only found them because of a pee break on the side of some desert parking lot in the middle of the Nevada desert. Parking lot is the only word available, because it didn’t seem a need for one. There was nothing around for miles and miles. Nevada desert. Which begs the question, why were the coyotes there? Clearly they were killed by hunters and placed carefully in that spot. It took effort to drag them from the kill location. Why not just leave them there? We’ll never know. Nor does it matter. Just the kind of thing you see on the road.

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Dave’s Pubb - Tetonia, Idaho

Lovelock Speedway - Lovelock, Nevada

Nevada desert

Mojave, California

Hawthorne, Nevada

Frames Magazine

Photography Podcast - Frames Magazine

It’s rewarding connecting with people that you’re on the same page with. The motto at Frames Magazine is “Because excellent photography belongs on paper”. For quite some time I’ve been saying that photography belongs on your wall, not your phone. So you can see the natural connection to the people at Frames. They get it. So I was honored to be interviewed about Roadside Meditations by W. Scott Olsen for their podcast. Scott is as talented a photographer as he is an interviewer and writer. If you’re into long form photo essays about travel, check out the piece he did on traveling the country by train - Scenes From a Moving Window . It’s a lot of fun. Here is a link to my episode on the Frames Photography Podcast.

And here is a link to purchase Roadside Meditations

Road Trip

Road Trip Photographer - America - Open Road

What a winter it’s been. The snow just keeps on coming. Made an impromptu road trip up to Jackson Hole again for a mix of business and pleasure. More on the business part coming soon! We had two days of incredible backcountry snowboarding. The best of which was in Grand Teton National Park, where the snow was literally as good as it gets. Felt like floating on a cloud. The road trip portion was a lot of fun too, although the weather conditions made it quite interesting. On the way south while driving through northern Nevada, an emergency alert popped up on my phone. I figured it was just an overreaction, then got slammed with some of the worst driving conditions I’ve ever witnessed during 10+ years of road trips. The snow and wind was so heavy, that there were moments when I couldn’t figure out if the car was moving forward or backwards. It was also the first time I ever called it and got a hotel due to weather. That hour and a half of driving in those conditions completely fried my eyes and brain. Gotta love the road. It keeps you honest. Will be posting new images soon from the cowboy project.

American Road Trip Photography Book

American Road Trip Photography Book

Photo Book - The Open Road

For the past 13 years, I’ve been photographing the quieter edges of America—small towns, roadside motels, empty streets, and the kinds of places most people pass without stopping.

What began as a road trip became a long-term body of work built over hundreds of thousands of miles on the road.

That work is now collected in the book Roadside Meditations.

Roadside Meditations — A Photographic Record of the American Road

This fine art photography book brings together photographs made across the United States, focusing on places that exist just outside of attention.

There’s no single destination or narrative arc. The work moves through the country the same way the photographs were made—slowly, without urgency, and often without a clear endpoint.

The images reflect towns that feel paused in time, buildings that have outlived their purpose, roadside spaces shaped more by use than design, and landscapes that hold a quiet, persistent stillness

This is not a document of landmarks, but of presence—of what remains when nothing is trying to be seen.

An American Landscape Between Moments

The photographs sit within a tradition of American color work that looks beyond spectacle and into the everyday.

Gas stations, motel rooms, desert edges, storefronts, parking lots—places that are often overlooked, but deeply characteristic of the American landscape.

The interest is in the in-between: The space before something happens. The trace of something that already has. The feeling that time moves differently in certain places

Many of these scenes resist being tied to a specific moment. They exist somewhere outside of it.

The Book

Last week on the drive home from Wyoming I listened to a great podcast with Rick Ruben and Rich Roll. Rick is such a unique and inspiring individual with an immense amount of knowledge from a lifetime of varying experiences. Of the many nuggets he dropped on the show, this one stuck out the most - “The audience comes last, in service to the audience. The audience wants the best thing. They don’t get the best thing when you’re trying to service them. They get the best thing when you’re servicing yourself. When you’re true to who you are”.

That’s an invaluable statement for any creator to hear and it sums up exactly how I feel about photography, for personal projects as well as commercial work. Very rarely do you see commercial work that has any great effect on people or the world of photography, because it’s watered down generic imagery that’s sole purpose is to sell a product and feature the companies logo as many times as possible. Nobody wants to take a risk. They want to play it safe and not ruffle any feathers. Seldom does an ad campaign come out with historical significance or staying power. They are about now! How much can we sell now!!?? So what does this have to do with a photography book? Everything. If I or any other photographer set out to make a book strictly with the audience in mind, it would suck. The intention would be glaringly obvious and the images would reflect a direct lack of caring. The title of the book might as well be Money Grab.

Roadside Meditations is a niche subject that’s not for everyone, which you could argue is the case for any fine art book. If it were for everyone, it wouldn’t be worth a damn. To further Ruben’s above quote, I’d like to share how my latest photo book came to be. A few years back I began collaborating with (now) photo editor/consultant Alexa Becker (Germany). At the time she was working for Kehrer Verlag and I was trying to pitch her one (maybe three?) different book ideas, none of which landed. Her interest in my work seemed genuine though, so I kept in touch. And at one point I reached out asking simply for a consultation on my “America” series. After a half dozen back and forths through Zoom, she pulled a few outlying images from my edit and asked if I had anything else that might go along with it. I did, so she began assembling a side edit. A while later she had the beginnings of Roadside Meditations, and told me to forget all about the America series, because “this” was the book! Turns out she was right, and all the roadside images I made thinking they were just accents to the bigger series, was IT all along. The point is that I never had anything in mind for the photos. I wasn’t making them for anyone but myself, and maybe one or two of them might find their way into a book, print, whatever?? Well, here we are a year and a half later, and a large shipment of books is scheduled to arrive from Germany in less than a half hour. So much has happened since then. I’ve continued shooting images that would fit into a Roadside Meditations Vol. 2, but that’s not the intention. The images are only made because I’m drawn to make them. And it would be a bonus if another book happened to develop. Vol.1 isn’t out in the world yet, so there is nothing to say people even want it, but I’m still a firm believer that “the audience comes last, in service of the audience.”

Collecting the Work

Photographs from Roadside Meditations are available as fine art prints.

Each print is produced using museum-grade materials and intended for long-term display in private collections, interior spaces, and galleries. If you’re interested in prints, please contact me directly - rob@robhammerphotography.com

Purchase the Book

Click here to purchase a copy of Roadside Meditations

Fine Art Road Trip Photography Book

A two-lane road curves into the desert as the last light settles over the mountains.

The shoreline bends into still water under a fading sky, the moon rising over the basin.

A quiet intersection sits beneath a weathered formation, where signage meets open land.

A roadside sign marks a place to stop, set against the slow movement of the landscape.

Neon light spills onto an empty street, holding the only sign of activity after dark.

Clouds gather and stretch across the basin, moving slowly over an open and unchanged landscape.

Roadside Photography in America — Small Towns, Quiet Roads & Stillness

Roadside Photography Across the USA: Small Towns, Country Roads & Quiet Places

This body of roadside photography from across the United States focuses on small towns, country roads, and the overlooked spaces between destinations. Made while traveling secondary highways through places like Iowa, Utah, Nevada, Virginia, and California, these photographs slow down the idea of the American road trip and shift attention away from landmarks toward quieter moments. The work comes from a long-term project that eventually became my book, Roadside Meditations—a photographic exploration of stillness, distance, and the visual language of everyday America.

Photographing America Beyond the Interstate

Much of American road trip imagery centers on motion—crossing state lines, reaching destinations, ticking off places on a map. This work was made by doing the opposite. Instead of interstates and major routes, I spent years driving back roads, county highways, and rural connectors where towns thin out and time feels less compressed.

These roadside photographs aren’t about where you’re going. They’re about where you pause. A quiet diner at dusk. A sun-bleached sign. An empty stretch of road that doesn’t ask for attention but rewards it if you stop. This approach allows the landscape to reveal itself slowly, without narrative pressure or spectacle.

Small-Town America and the In-Between Places

The photographs in this series were made in places most travelers pass without stopping—small towns, agricultural regions, and rural outskirts where commercial life has softened or shifted over time. These in-between places are rarely presented as destinations, yet they form the connective tissue of the American landscape.

By photographing these locations without dramatization, the images lean into quiet observation. The goal isn’t nostalgia or critique, but presence. These towns and roads exist as they are—weathered, functional, sometimes fading—holding layers of American life that often go undocumented in contemporary photography.

A Slow, Observational Approach to Roadside Photography

The photographs in this post were made over many years, often while driving alone, without a fixed itinerary. Working slowly is central to the process. I look for moments when light, geometry, and stillness align—scenes that feel complete without intervention.

There are no staged elements and no attempt to “improve” what’s already there. The camera becomes a tool for noticing rather than arranging. This method allows the work to remain open-ended, inviting viewers to bring their own experiences and memories into the frame.

From Long-Term Project to Roadside Meditations

Select images from this body of work eventually became the book Roadside Meditations, a collection shaped by years of sustained attention to the American roadside. The book brings these photographs together as a single visual conversation—one that reflects on travel, stillness, and the quiet spaces that exist alongside movement.

Rather than documenting a single journey, the book and this ongoing series reflect an accumulation of time on the road. Each image stands on its own, but together they form a broader meditation on how America looks when you stop trying to get somewhere.

This post represents one thread within a larger, ongoing exploration of the American landscape. For those interested in seeing the work as a whole, Roadside Meditations gathers these photographs into a single volume focused on overlooked places, visual quiet, and the spaces we usually pass by.

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Sunset on a country road in rural Iowa

Ivanpah Solar Electric Generating System

An abstract view of dense forest in Virginia

Reflections of trees in a Virginia river

Eastern Sierra - California

Reflections of trees and foliage in a still river in Upstate New York

A car kicks up dust on a country road through harvested farmland in rural Iowa, photographed in early morning light.

The alien landscape in a remote part of Utah

Muted colors of dead plants during winter in Iowa farmland

A country road and train tracks running along a river in rural Virginia

The Des Moines, Iowa capitol building reflected in windows of a nearby office building

Train tracks going through Iowa farmland at sunset

American Photography

Photographing America - The Open Road

Road Trip Photography Prints - Americana

A new batch of American photographs from the last couple road trips around the country. This series has gotten increasingly overwhelming from an archive perspective. It’s probably the largest series to date, but also the one I’ve done the least with. And by “least”, I mean nothing. So to look at it as a whole feels like a monumental tasks to make sense of for a book or any other publication. Guess it’s time to turn things over to a professional??!!

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Hawthorne, Nevada

Honolulu Club - Yucca, Arizona

Tuba City, Arizona

Southern Iowa

Griswold, Iowa

Big Island, Virginia

Mountain Home, Idaho

Hillsboro, Illinois

California Desert

Whiting Bros - Yucca, Arizona

Old movie theater - Hawthorne, Nevada

Lovelock Speedway - Lovelock, Nevada

Shoe shop - Texarkana

Griswold, Iowa

American Road Trip

Every year you hear the same story on the news - people left stranded in airport after thousands of canceled flights. Same thing. Every year. This December (2022) marks 10 years that I’ve been driving from San Diego to New York to do some shooting and see family for the holidays. It’s also the first December in a decade without Mojo, so I pulled an audible to the normal cross country drive, instead trying to focus time and effort on the cowboy project. The plan was drive to a couple ranches in northern Nevada for several days of shooting on each. Afterward leave my truck at the Salt Lake City airport and fly home to Albany from there. Plans don’t always work out. After rushing to the airport I walked right through security with a knife and a lighter. Didn’t plan on having them with me, it just worked out like that. My flight had several delays as did Emily’s. She was supposed to land in Albany 5 hours prior to me. I finally made it there at 5am, while she had been rerouted. Which meant taking my mothers car, driving to Boston to pick her up, then back to Albany for Christmas Eve at my Aunt’s house. Then up to Lake George for 3 days at my sisters. Those 3 days were fantastic. Then on Tuesday I woke up to a text saying my Thursday flight was already canceled. Phone calls to Southwest resulted in a busy signal or that annoying ring from yesteryear that happened when the number you called was no longer in service. An internet search revealed the next available flight wasn’t until January 2nd. Who knows if that would actually happen though? So I rented a car and started the next morning on a drive back to Salt Lake City where my truck was waiting. Honda Accords with summer tires are no fun to drive in the winter, especially when the weather reports are filled with storm warnings. Slowly, it did the trick. Meaning it got from A to B, but not much else. Unfortunately there wasn’t enough time during the ride to do much shooting, but I still managed to squeeze in a few early morning frames of southern Iowa.

The ride through Wyoming on the 80 was par for winter in Wyoming on the 80 - a windy/snowy mess. Thankfully it remained uneventful. After picking up my truck in SLC, I started the drive south through 3+ hours of rain. At some point of tiredness I pulled off into a truck stop and slept in the back of the truck. Tried anyway. The days coffee intake was far too high for any real sleep. Around 2:30 am I was back on the road, pulling off again for a nap around 5 am just south of Vegas. Waking up from the nap was a pleasure. That hour or so before the sun actually rises is really special in the desert. From about 7am to 9am I was shooting almost non-stop. Everything just seemed photographable in that beautiful light. Really though it’s the lack of light that makes it particularly desirable, in my opinion. Low ambient light through the cloud cover without any harsh direct sunshine is premo. The side road took me to a part of Nevada I’d never been before, into a place that seemed completely disconnected from the rest of the world, despite only being 25 minutes from the highway. From there is was back into the mess that always is southern California traffic.

There were two lessons learned over those couple weeks of travel. 1) I’m an idiot for not driving the whole way. 2) the pictures will always come if you’re patient. The first day of driving 15 hours straight from Albany to a hotel in Iowa was frustrating. I hate burning country without making images, but there was a deadline to meet, so I didn’t have much of a choice. That next morning the weather was interesting, so I hopped off the 90 for an hour and managed to make images I’m quite happy with. The itch was scratched. Still though, it would be wildly disappointing to drive from coast to coast only making a few images in a small section of one state. It worked out though. The incorrect amount of coffee led to a sleepless night that put me in exactly the right place/right time. Situations like this have happened many times over the years on road trips, international vacations, etc. So the lessons have slowly changed the way I go about finding images. 10+ years ago I couldn’t sit still until images were in the can. Now, I’m learning to let them come.

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The Open Road - Photography

American Road Trip Photography

There’s been a hold up with the delivery of Roadside Meditations from Germany, so the release date is looking more like early to mid December. Instead of using this blog post to vent, it seems like a better opportunity to share some new work from the series. They were made over the past two months during two separate road trips to Wyoming and Arizona while working on the new cowboy series.

Looking at these photographs now, there is certainly a calming meditative nature to them. The thing that stands out though, is they aren’t something I could have or would have made 6 months or a year ago. That’s called progress, isn’t it? They aren’t landscapes. So what are they? Not sure you really need to classify them at all. If they are pleasant to look, provide a documentation, or education, that’s what’s important.

Will keep you all posted with updates on the new book as soon as possible.

Utah

Utah

Utah

California

California Desert Road Trip

Road Trip Photography - America - Travel - California Desert

It’s interesting how certain places can grow on you that at first didn’t seem so appealing. And light seems to be one of the biggest determining factors of that in my opinion. It doesn’t have be traditionally beautiful light either. It just has to be interesting light. Or, maybe light that you understand how to work with? That knowledge is part of growing as a photographer. Most people focus so much on that “perfect” light that occurs during a sunrise or sunset, but beautiful images can be made at all times of day if you know how to work under different conditions. Even midday sun can transform a scene from completely forgettable to “I can’t wait to come back here”.

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American road trip photography

California desert - Mojave, CA

Mojave Desert

Windfarm in Mojave, California

California desert near Lone Pina

Mojave, CA

Road Trip Photography

A train going through the desert town of Mojave, CA

Western Road Trip Photography

American West Road Trip Photography

The American road has a way of pulling you back. Long stretches of highway through Nevada and Utah feel endless, but in that repetition there’s a rhythm. Old motels with fading neon, empty casinos standing against the desert sun, and roads that cut straight through the silence — these are the kinds of places I stop for. Photographing them isn’t about chasing a postcard view; it’s about capturing the way travel really feels out here. The grit, the solitude, and the strange beauty of what’s left behind. Many of these kinds of photographs found their way into my book Roadside Meditations, a collection built from years behind the wheel documenting the overlooked corners of America.

Why the Open Road Keeps Calling
There’s something about the freedom of the highway that never wears off. It doesn’t matter how many miles I’ve logged — each trip feels new. With every mile marker comes the possibility of something unexpected: a forgotten town, a roadside diner, or a stretch of desert that feels infinite.

Nevada’s Overlooked Beauty in Photographs
Nevada isn’t just casinos and flashing lights. Once you get off the interstate, the state opens up into a landscape of wide valleys, mountains in the distance, and towns that feel frozen in time. Photographing here means noticing the quiet — the old gas stations, fading billboards, and roads that seem to go on forever.

Utah Road Trip Photography and Timeless Highways
Utah is a different kind of dramatic. The land rises and folds into formations that feel older than time, and the towns tucked between them hold their own stories. Photographing here means chasing light across red rock, watching storms roll over plateaus, and pulling over just to breathe in the silence.

From the Road to the Book: Roadside Meditations
This series of photographs is part of a larger body of work I’ve been building for years — a meditation on the American road. Many images similar to these live in my book Roadside Meditations, which gathers together the motels, highways, small towns, and wide-open spaces that define what it feels like to drive across America. It’s less about where you’re going and more about what you see along the way.

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Desert road in Goodsprings, Nevada - American Road Trip Photography

Winnemucca, Nevada

A beautiful stretch of road going into Capital Reef National Park in Utah

Photograph of the Fallon Nugget casino in Fallon, Nevada

A view down Winnemucca Blvd in Winnemucca, Nevada

Photograph of a church in Winnemucca, Nevada

Photograph of U.S. Highway 15 going through a beautiful section of Utah

The Peacock Lounge in Carlin, Nevada

Photograph of dust blowing over a dirt road in a remote part of Nevada

The Peacock Lounge in Carlin, Nevada

Roads in a desert section of Nevada

Fields of solar panels in Nevada

Interior photograph of a classic American motel.

The view outside Capital Reef National Park, Utah

The commercial casino in Elko, Nevada

Photograph of a train going through a remote area of desert in Nevada

A beautiful sunset in Nevada

Basketball As A Global Language

Basketball Hoops in Europe

Street Basketball and Public Hoops Across European Countries

Basketball is often thought of as an American game, but travel quickly proves otherwise. While moving through cities and small towns across Europe, I began noticing basketball hoops tucked into courtyards, alleys, schoolyards, and public spaces—quietly integrated into daily life. These photographs document street basketball as it exists beyond professional arenas: worn backboards, improvised courts, and places where the game is played simply because space allows for it. What stood out was both the differences from home and the familiarity—evidence that basketball has become a shared, global language spoken in cities far from where the game began.

Basketball Culture Beyond the United States

By the time these photographs were made, I had already spent years documenting basketball hoops across the United States. That long-term work shaped how I saw the game elsewhere. In Europe, basketball didn’t announce itself with signage or formal courts; it appeared quietly—behind apartment buildings, beside schools, along the edges of public parks. The hoops were often worn, sometimes improvised, and clearly used. These weren’t destinations. They were part of the landscape.

Basketball as a Global Game

Basketball’s simplicity is what allows it to travel. A single hoop can turn almost any space into a court. In Europe, that adaptability felt especially apparent. Courts were smaller, surfaces uneven, and surroundings shaped by centuries of architecture rather than modern planning. Yet the game persisted, fitting itself into whatever space was available.

These photographs aren’t about organized play or competition. They focus instead on the presence of the game itself—how basketball exists even when no one is on the court. In that way, the hoops become markers of cultural exchange, evidence of how a game invented in one country has embedded itself into everyday life far beyond its origins.

What These European Hoops Reveal About Basketball in America

Seeing basketball in Europe reinforced something I had already been observing at home: the game belongs as much to ordinary places as it does to arenas. The same visual patterns repeat—bent rims, weathered backboards, courts shaped by their surroundings rather than by regulation. Basketball adapts to place, but it never loses its identity.

That realization continues to inform my ongoing work documenting basketball hoops across the United States. While the landscapes differ, the impulse behind the game feels universal. Basketball shows up wherever people live their lives, and the hoop often remains long after the players have gone—quiet, functional, and waiting.

An Ongoing Documentary Approach

This body of work exists alongside my long-term project photographing basketball hoops in America, where I continue to focus on rural towns, backyards, alleys, and overlooked spaces. Together, the images form a broader visual study of basketball as part of everyday life—one that crosses borders without losing its meaning.

Rather than treating these European photographs as a separate series, they function as context. They reinforce the idea that basketball isn’t confined to a single country or culture. It’s a shared language, expressed through place, architecture, and the simple presence of a hoop.

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American Backcourts - A long-term photography project documenting old, handmade, and overlooked basketball hoops found in small towns, rural yards, and quiet neighborhoods across the United States.

Vietnam Hoops - A photographic exploration of basketball hoops across Europe, where the game blends into historic streets, housing blocks, and everyday public spaces.

Venice Beach - A vibrant look at basketball culture in Venice Beach, California, where color, creativity, and public courts collide in one of the most iconic basketball environments in the world.

A basketball hoop stands in a small courtyard, framed by handmade brick and stone mosaics that blend public art and everyday basketball culture

A lone basketball hoop in a residential setting, photographed in black and white, highlighting the quieter side of European basketball culture.

A chain-net basketball hoop centered against a brick backdrop, highlighting durability and utility in European public courts.

A brightly colored basketball net hangs from an outdoor hoop, emphasizing the visual details that define everyday basketball culture in European cities.

Detail of a basketball hoop’s base, where metal, stone, and moss reveal the slow passage of time on an outdoor European court.

A straightforward view of an outdoor basketball hoop, photographed in black and white to focus on form, structure, and balance.

A red basketball backboard stands out against brick architecture, showing how outdoor courts are embedded within everyday European neighborhoods.

Seen through the rim of a basketball hoop, a church steeple rises in the background, placing the game within the architectural fabric of a European town.

A metal basketball backboard seen through fencing, reflecting the layered infrastructure common to many public courts across Europe.

Viewed through layers of fencing, an outdoor basketball hoop emphasizes access, separation, and the realities of shared public space.

A handmade wooden backboard with a bright orange rim highlights the improvised, personal nature of informal basketball spaces.

A basketball hoop at dusk, surrounded by fencing, captures the subdued atmosphere of an outdoor European court after daylight fades.

A solitary basketball hoop sits on a moss-covered outdoor court, reflecting the quieter, weathered character of many European public playing spaces.

A chain-net hoop framed by city windows, underscoring how basketball courts exist within dense European urban environments.

American Photography

Some frames from the last road trip up to Idaho and back. Seems like I’m always saying “______ is my new favorite place” and I can’t help that because I love this country so much. For now though, Nevada is becoming that new favorite place.

Looking at this set of images is interesting because they all fit into the different major ongoing series that have taken shape over the last few years. “American” , “Hotels” , “Barbershops of America”, and the latest “Roadside Meditations” which comes out in June. Only one missing is “American Backcourts”. None of these images were intentional. I didn’t set out with the thought to add to those series, it just happens. Grateful for that.

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Mountain Home, Idaho

Carlin, Nevada

Carlin, Nevada

Mountain Home, Idaho

Carlin, Nevada

Elko, Nevada

Mountain Home, Idaho

Jackpot, Nevada

Eureka, Nevada

Eureka, Nevada

Driving across America

Cross Country Road Trip - America - Photography

There aren’t a lot of positive things things to say about American highways. Whenever possible I try avoid the soulless stretches of poorly maintained pavement that teach you very little about the country and the towns/people that inhabit it. The 15 on the other hand is something special. It’s one very long stretch of highway that’s as fascinating as any “blue highway” (backroad) in the USA. I’ve personally been traveling this road since 2006 during the move from Upstate, NY to San Diego, CA. It blew my mind then and still does today. Once you get north of the clusterfuck that is Los Angeles /Riverside County and into the desert, there’s a lot to love. Images can be made from the highway or, if you want to get more intimate, try ducking off into one of the many small towns along the way.

Last month I was working on a a few stories up in Montana without a ton of time to get there, so The 15 it was, straight up north from southern California. Regardless, I ALWAYS find time in-between destinations for one or many of my ongoing series. This trip found images that will fit nicely into the “America” and “Hotel” series.

Places like Lima, Montana are endlessly fascinating no matter how many small towns I see. As someone who lives in a frustratingly populated place, it’s stimulating to stand in and see the beginning and end of a town only 75 yards long surrounded by nothing but rolling hills. You can’t help but wonder what everyday life is life for the people of that community.

The second set of images were made in St. George, Utah. Also interesting for different reasons. Although much bigger than Lima, it’s still a small town “in the middle of nowhere”. One thing that stands out is the way they build homes there to blend in to the environment. The color palette matches almost seamlessly.

Lima, Montana

Lima, Montana

Peat Hotel - Lima, Montana

Peat Hotel and Steakhouse - Lima, Montana

St. George, Utah

St. George, Utah

St. George, Utah

St. George, Utah