Nevada Roadside Photography

Nevada Roadside Photography: The Quiet Corners of the American West

Nevada has a way of stretching things out—time, distance, silence. You can drive for hours without seeing much of anything, and then suddenly there’s a building, a sign, a road bending into the mountains like it has somewhere important to go.

Most people pass through Nevada on their way to somewhere else. That’s part of what makes it interesting to photograph.

These images come from years of driving across the state—backroads, highways, small towns that sit just off the map. The kinds of places that don’t announce themselves, but stay with you long after you’ve left.

The Space Between Destinations

There’s a certain rhythm to Nevada. Seemingly endless stretches of road where your radio never stops looking for a signal, around and around. Power lines marching into the distance. Storm systems building over empty basins.

Nothing is rushed here. Even the light feels like it’s taking its time.

A lot of this work happens in those in-between moments—pulling over when something feels right, even if it’s hard to explain why. A curve in the road. A stretch of desert under heavy clouds. A horizon that doesn’t seem to end.

It’s not about landmarks. It’s about paying attention.

Small Towns, Fading Edges

The towns scattered across Nevada aren’t trying to reinvent themselves. Many of them feel suspended—caught somewhere between their mining days and whatever may or may not come next.

Old casinos. Empty storefronts. Motels that have seen better decades.

There’s a quiet honesty to these places. Nothing is polished. Nothing is staged. What you see is unapologetic.

That’s part of what draws me in. These towns reflect a version of America that doesn’t get much attention anymore and isn’t asking for any.

The Road as Subject

The road shows up again and again in this work—not just as a way to get somewhere, but as the subject itself.

Two lanes cutting through open desert. A highway disappearing into a storm. A sign pointing in both directions with no real indication of what’s waiting either way.

Driving through Nevada, you start to realize the road isn’t leading you to anything specific. It just keeps going, and that’s enough.

Many of these scenes translate well beyond personal work. The simplicity of the compositions—open space, strong lines, and a strong sense of place—makes them well suited for editorial features, brand storytelling, and commercial campaigns looking for an authentic depiction of the American West.

If you’re looking to license photography like this for a campaign, publication, or brand project, you can contact me directly - rob@robhammerphotography.com

Light, Weather, and Timing

The light in Nevada can be as harsh as it comes, when it’s a bluebird day without a single cloud to soften any horizon. So a lot of these photographs happen at the edges of the day—early morning, late evening, or just before a storm breaks.

Nevada’s landscape changes quickly depending on the light. A place that feels flat and empty at noon can take on a completely different character at sunrise or under heavy cloud cover.

There’s no controlling it. Just being there when it happens.

Part of a Larger Body of Work

This work is part of a much larger project photographing the American landscape—particularly the overlooked places that exist between major destinations.

Over the past thirteen years, I’ve driven hundreds of thousands of miles across the country documenting these kinds of scenes. Nevada is one of the places I return to the most. There’s a consistency to it, but it never feels repetitive.

It’s also where I spend a significant amount of time photographing working cowboys on remote ranches. Those assignments often take me deep into parts of the state most people never see, and the time in between—on the road, in small towns, crossing long valleys—is where a lot of these images come from.

Roadside Meditations and the America Project

This body of work is part of Roadside Meditations, a long-term photography project (and fine art photography book) exploring the overlooked spaces that define much of the American landscape.

Over the past fifteen years, I’ve driven hundreds of thousands of miles across the country photographing places most people pass without noticing—empty intersections, quiet towns, stretches of road that exist somewhere between use and abandonment. Nevada has become one of the most important states within that work. The scale, the isolation, and the subtle shifts in landscape make it a place that continues to reveal itself slowly.

The project eventually became a published book, bringing together photographs from across the United States into a single, cohesive body of work centered on those in-between moments.

Alongside the book, the broader America project expands on this idea—documenting small towns, roadside architecture, and landscapes that sit just outside the spotlight but remain essential to understanding the country as a whole.

If this series resonates, you can explore the full body of work here:
→ Roadside Meditations Photography Book
→ America Landscape and Small Town Photography

Two-lane road through the Nevada desert at the end of the day. The sky goes pink, the road goes quiet.

Quiet night at The Cowboy Bar in Montello, Nevada

Road through Nevada high desert terrain, overcast day. No guardrails, no traffic, just the curve and the rock.

Downtown Fallon storefront, mid-morning. No one around, nothing on the sign.

The State Inn - Carlin, Nevada

Solar panels line the desert floor behind a chain-link fence. The mountains beyond are dry and bare — nothing between them and the sun.

Faded roadside motel sign against a flat gray Nevada sky. Beautyrest. Vacancy. Both claims uncertain.

A view from the hillside down into a wide Nevada desert basin. Sagebrush and boulders fill the foreground, mountains stretch across the horizon.

The White King and a white taxi cab at the legendary Commercial Casino in Elko, Nevada

Looking out across a Nevada basin on an overcast day. The road is there — small and direct, headed somewhere between two mountain ranges.

Human Resources signage, green turf, red car — and then a Nevada mountain range right behind it. The contrast does the work.

US Highway 50 - Nevada - “The Loneliest Road In America”

Empty ranch enclosure in rural Nevada. One utility pole, one fence, and a long flat view toward snow-covered peaks.

Late evening in a small Nevada town. The billboard is lit but empty. Everything else is still.

Snow on the high ridges, scrub in the foreground. The Ruby Mountains stack one behind the other, each a little lighter than the last.

Fallon, Nevada -small Nevada town casino storefront, midday. Big signage, not much foot traffic.

Nevada high desert on a gray day. Sagebrush in every direction, one fence line, nothing else.

Classic barbershop in Winnemuca, Nevada

A train moving through a Nevada desert basin with snow covered mountains in the background

Paradise Hill, Nevada - the bar where the outlaw Claude Dallas hid the body of a murdered game warden

A straight Nevada highway disappears into the distance under a heavy, dark sky. Utility poles line the right side all the way to the horizon.

A basketball hoop hangs in a small-town Nevada gym. Yellow curtains, dark walls, old hardware. The place looks like it hasn't changed in decades.

An old wood cattle corral in a remote desert basin at sunset

The road surface is cracked and patched, the center line faded. A stop sign sits at the intersection ahead with nothing around it for miles.

Nevada roadside saloon after dark. One van parked, one sign lit, the rest left to the dark.

Flat sagebrush desert in rural Nevada, early light just reaching the mountain in the distance. Nothing between here and there.

Murals cover buildings showing the local history of mining in Ely, Nevada

A dirt road curves past trailers and old vehicles in a Nevada desert community. Mountains rise close behind, clouds sitting low on the ridge.

Inside a Nevada barbershop. Haircut in progress, ammunition on the counter, a handwritten 'I Buy Guns' note taped to the mirror.

Unpaved Nevada back road at dusk. The poles go on longer than the eye can follow, and the dust is moving west.

Main street in Winnemucca, Nevada on a summer afternoon. The mountain at the end of the block doesn't let you forget where you are.

Whatever's happening outside this Nevada bar, it's been there a while. The Cocktails sign is visible through the glass behind them.

Remote Nevada settlement viewed from the edge of the flats. A road goes in. Not much else goes out.

Caliente, Nevada - Carl's Burgers sits on a Nevada main street with a hand-painted sign and an Open sign in the window. Christmas decorations are up on the median out front.

Two lines cutting through the Nevada desert — the road in front, the rail line behind it. Both going the same direction.

Tonopah, Nevada in winter. The town climbs the mountain behind it and drops into open desert in front. The Mizpah Hotel is still the tallest thing on the block.

Utility poles cross the Nevada basin in a straight line toward the mountains. The desert is flat, the sky is clear, and nothing else competes for attention.

A motel sign is propped in a window along a Nevada roadside. A Coors Beer sign is mounted on a post nearby. The mountain behind the building is close and covered in snow.

No customers, no traffic. A Nevada gas station in the middle of the day with a mountain range where the horizon should be.

Two signs and a clock on a post outside a Nevada bar. The trees are bare, the hills are dry, and the clock is still running.

Best Cowboy Wall Art for Western Homes

Best Cowboy Wall Art for Western Homes

There’s a difference between decorating a Western home and filling it with something that actually belongs there.

Walk into a ranch house, a mountain cabin, or a well-designed Western interior, and the walls aren’t an afterthought. They carry weight. They reflect the land, the work, and the history tied to it. The best cowboy wall art doesn’t feel staged or decorative—it feels lived-in, like it came from the same world as the people who hang it.

That’s where cowboy photography prints can either fall flat or stand apart.

Two riders at the canyon rim with light breaking through rock and horses still. A moment that belongs to the land as much as the people in it.

What Makes Great Cowboy Wall Art for a Western Interior

Most “Western wall art” you see online is built for quick impact—bright colors, staged scenes, or overly polished imagery designed to match a theme.

But in a real Western home, the strongest pieces tend to be quieter and more grounded.

They often share a few characteristics:

• Authenticity — real working cowboys, not styled shoots or costumes

• Natural light and environment — dust, weather, early mornings, long days

• Timelessness — images that could have been made decades ago or yesterday

• Subtlety — nothing overly dramatic, just honest moments

This is why black and white cowboy photography, in particular, works so well. It strips away distraction and lets the viewer focus on the work, the gesture, and the landscape.

A line of riders crossing open country under a heavy sky. The kind of image that reminds you how much land there still is out there.

Black and White Cowboy Photography Prints

Black and white imagery has always had a place in Western homes, especially when it comes to photography.

It pairs naturally with:

• wood interiors

• stone fireplaces

• leather furniture

• neutral, earth-toned spaces

More importantly, it avoids the overly saturated look that a lot of Western decor falls into. Instead of competing with the room, the art compliments it.

For collectors and designers, black and white cowboy photography prints tend to feel more like fine art than decoration. They hold up over time, and they don’t need to follow trends.

A full herd held on the open range with cowboys working the edges and mountains behind them. This is what the West actually looks like.

Large-Scale Cowboy Wall Art for Living Rooms and Offices

Scale matters more than most people realize.

A small print can get lost in a large Western interior, especially in spaces with high ceilings or open layouts. That’s why large-format cowboy wall art is often the better choice for:

• living rooms

• great rooms

• ranch house entryways

• offices and conference spaces

A single strong image—roping, branding, riding, or a quiet moment in the field—can anchor an entire room.

In commercial spaces like offices, lodges, or hospitality settings, larger pieces also carry more presence. They help define the tone of the space without needing multiple smaller works competing for attention.

A close detail from the field with fringe, dust, and motion. Shown here as a large-format framed print in a Western interior.

Choosing Cowboy Wall Art That Fits Your Space

When selecting cowboy wall art for a Western home, it helps to think beyond the image itself and consider how it lives in the space.

A few things to keep in mind:

• Subject matter — action scenes (roping, riding) vs quieter moments (waiting, landscape, atmosphere)

• Tone — darker, moodier images vs lighter, open scenes

• Size — one large piece vs a series of smaller works

• Placement — focal point vs supporting piece

The goal isn’t to match a theme. It’s to find something that feels like it belongs in the room.

Two riders looking out over the canyon with backs turned and horses steady. Nothing staged. The kind of moment that holds its own weight on a wall.

Where to Buy Cowboy Photography Prints

Not all cowboy wall art is made the same way.

For collectors and designers looking for something that will hold up over time, it’s worth paying attention to:

• Print quality — museum-grade papers and archival inks

• Editions — limited vs open edition prints

• Provenance — work created as part of a long-term documentary project

• Framing and presentation — how the piece will live in the space

The strongest pieces aren’t just images—they’re objects that carry a sense of place and history with them.

If you’re looking for authentic cowboy photography prints created on working ranches across the American West, you can view the full collection here:
→ Shop Cowboy Photography Prints

A branding on the open range with smoke, dust, and the kind of work that has not changed much in a hundred years.

Part of a Larger Body of Work

These photographs are part of a long-term project documenting working cowboys and ranches across the American West—places where traditions are still practiced the same way they have been for generations.

For those interested in the broader project and the stories behind the images, you can explore more here:
→ Authentic Cowboy Photography Project

The Real Ranches Behind the Photographs

These photographs aren’t staged or styled for a catalog. They come from time spent on working ranches across the American West—places where traditions are still practiced the same way they’ve been for generations. From long days spent photographing real working cowboys on the TS Ranch in Nevada, to documenting the rhythm of cattle work on the historic 6666 Ranch in Texas and the Northern Plains, the work is rooted in experience, not interpretation. You can see more from this ongoing project focused on authentic cowboy life across the American West.

Black Barbershop Culture in America

Black Barbershop Culture in America: A Documentary Photography Project

For more than a decade, I’ve been photographing barbershops across the United States. Some are well-known, others are easy to miss if you’re not looking for them. Many have been around for decades. Others have quietly disappeared.

What’s consistent isn’t the layout or the signage—it’s what happens inside.

Black barbershops, in particular, carry a different kind of weight. They are places where people return week after week, if not daily. Not just for a haircut, but for conversation, friendship, and a sense of familiarity that doesn’t change much, even as everything around them does.

A Space Defined by Consistency

There’s a rhythm to a barbershop that can’t be explained.

The door opens. Someone takes a seat. Another person is already mid-conversation. Clippers harmonize. A game is on in the back corner. People come and go, but the structure stays the same. The energy rises and falls depending on who’s there and where the conversation goes - sometimes it stays between one customer and his barber. Other times the topic flows throughthe whole shop. It’s a glorious energy to witness.

What makes these spaces distinct isn’t just the haircut—it’s the familiarity, like being at home. The same chairs, the same mirrors, the same people you can count on day after day.

Over time, that consistency builds something more permanent than the physical space itself.

More Than a Haircut

It’s easy to reduce a barbershop to its function, but that misses the point entirely.

These shops operate as meeting places. Conversations move between topics without structure—sports, work, family, local news. Some are loud, some are quiet. Some are built on long-standing relationships, others on quick exchanges between people who may never see each other again.

What matters is that the space allows for it.

There’s no expectations. It’s a place you can feel safe and open.

Details That Hold the History

Much of what defines a barbershop isn’t immediately obvious.

It’s in the details: the tools worn down from years of use. Handwritten signs. Photographs of real people - local people. Chairs older than anyone in the shop.

These elements aren’t curated. They accumulate.

Over time, they become a record of the people who have passed through the space—both barbers and customers.

The Barbershop as Community

In many neighborhoods, the barbershop extends beyond its walls.

People gather outside. Conversations continue on the sidewalk. The shop becomes part of the street itself—connected to everything happening around it.

This is especially true in Black barbershops, where the role of the space has historically gone beyond business. It has functioned as a place of connection, discussion, and continuity within the community.

That presence is still there, even as many of these shops face pressure from rising costs, changing neighborhoods, and shifting culture.

What’s Changing—and What Isn’t

Some of the barbershops in this series are no longer there.

Others are still operating, largely unchanged.

There’s a tendency to focus on what’s disappearing, but that only tells part of the story. What’s just as important is what remains—the memories, the relationships, and the role these spaces continue to play.

The physical details may shift. The structure holds.

Part of something Bigger

This work is part of Barbershops of America, a long-term documentary photography project(and photo book) spanning more than fifteen years and all fifty states.

The goal has never been to define these spaces, but to document them as they are—honestly, without direction, and over time.

Some shops close. Others continue. All of them contribute to a larger record of a place that has remained a constant in American life.

If you’re interested in seeing more from this project, you can view the full Barbershops of America series here and the photography book/prints here.

Explore another barbershop story - Tony’s Barbershop

Contact me directly for editorial and commercial licensing - rob@robhammerphotography.com

Looking in from the outside—another day unfolding inside a working barbershop.

Beyond haircuts, the barbershop becomes a social space—games, laughter, and time shared between neighbors.

An everyday moment inside the shop—conversation, routine, and the quiet rhythm of a haircut unfolding.

A portrait rooted in place—barbering passed down through training, tradition, and time.

A row of worn chairs sits beneath decades of history—photographs, mirrors, and memories layered into the walls of a neighborhood barbershop.

A gathering place as much as a business—where conversation, humor, and community unfold alongside every cut.

A small but telling detail—barbershops have long served as places of care, conversation, and community beyond the haircut.

Details that mark the era—equipment and imagery that speak to decades of use and change.

A moment of humor during a haircut—relationships built over years, not just appointments.

Waiting, watching, and talking—the chair is as much about presence as it is about the haircut.

The outside of the shop carries its own story—weathered walls, murals, and a presence rooted in the neighborhood.

Tools, notes, and years of work surround the chair—evidence of a craft practiced daily over decades.

Generations gather in these spaces—routine, trust, and tradition carried forward one cut at a time.

The tools of the trade—used daily, worn over time, and essential to the craft practiced in every shop.

A sign that reflects the role of the barbershop as both business and gathering place within the neighborhood.

Chairs worn from years of use—each one holding its own history of conversations and waiting.

A small detail on the counter—a reflection of the craft and culture that defines the space.

A quiet interior between customers—the shop as both workspace and daily routine.

The sidewalk becomes an extension of the shop—conversation and community continuing just outside the door.

Personal objects layered into the space—notes, tools, and history sitting side by side on the counter.

A full view of the shop—chairs, mirrors, and walls layered with history and everyday life.

The shop as part of the street—where daily life, community, and routine meet the sidewalk.

A portrait inside the shop—years of experience, routine, and presence behind the chair.

Hands that define the craft—tools, precision, and personal style carried into the work.

Shane's Barbershop - San Mateo, CA

Shane’s Barbershop, San Mateo

A Standard That Hasn’t Been Matched

There was a time when if you cared about getting a proper haircut in San Mateo, you knew exactly where to go.

Shane’s Barbershop didn’t run on normal hours. The lights were on at 3:00 in the morning. Guys heading to work, early shifts, long days—they could count on Shane being there before most of the city was even awake. That alone set him apart. But it wasn’t the reason people kept coming back.

The work did that.

Shane Nesbitt built a reputation the hard way—one cut at a time, day after day, year after year. His standards were high, and he didn’t bend them. There was a level of consistency to what he did that a lot of shops never reach. Clean fades, sharp lines, no shortcuts. You sat in his chair, you knew what you were getting.

And other barbers paid attention.

Shane was, and still is, a reference point—someone peers and younger barbers looked to, whether they realized it or not. The kind of barber who quietly raises the bar for everyone else in the room. Not by talking about it, but by showing up and doing the work.

A Shop Built on Culture

Shane’s Barbershop was curated, but not overdone. It felt lived in. And a natural extension of Shane’s life.

There was a strong undercurrent of skateboard culture in the space—something that came through in the details more than anything obvious. The music, the energy, the way people moved through the shop. It wasn’t trying to be anything. It just was.

That mattered.

Because the best barbershops aren’t built around aesthetics or trends. They’re built around identity. Around the people who spend their time there. Around the conversations, the routines, the repetition of daily life.

Shane’s shop had that.

It was a place where working people came through the door, where time moved a little differently, where the day started early and didn’t slow down until it was done.

The Hours, The Work, The Reputation

Opening at 3:00am isn’t something you do for show.

It’s a reflection of who you are and who you’re there for.

Shane understood his customers—guys who didn’t have the luxury of showing up midday, who needed to be in and out before the rest of their day started. That schedule built a kind of loyalty you can’t manufacture.

And over time, that kind of consistency turns into something else.

Respect.

Not just from customers, but from other barbers. From people who know how hard it is to maintain that level of work, that kind of schedule, that kind of focus over years.

Shane was ahead of his time. He was the first barber to become a brand - selling t-shirts, stickers, even his own custom branded straight razors. Nobody else was doing that. Most importantly though, Shane knew that he was there to serve. A lot of barbers these days have giant egos and think their clients don’t deserve to sit in the chair. Yet despite Shane’s status, he knew he was there for the customer!

A Barbershop That’s No Longer There

The shop is closed now.

Things change. Life moves on. That’s part of it.

But places like Shane’s don’t just disappear. They stick with the people who spent time there. In the routines. In the stories. In the way other barbers approach their own work after seeing what was possible.

For a lot of people, Shane Nesbitt wasn’t just another barber.

He was the blueprint.

Part of a Larger Archive

This set of photographs is part of a long-term project documenting barbershops across America—places like this that define their communities, shape local culture, and, in many cases, quietly disappear over time.

Some shops are still open. Others, like Shane’s, live on through the people who remember them.

If you’ve spent enough time in barbershops, you know the difference between a place that cuts hair and a place that means something.

Shane’s was the latter.

Explore the Barbershops of America gallery

Read another barbershop story - Spanky’s Barbershop - Covington, KY

View Barbershop Prints + Photo Book

View into Shane's Barbershop in San Mateo capturing everyday life inside the shop from the street

Barber Shane Nesbitt shares a moment with a client inside his San Mateo shop surrounded by tattoo art and personal memorabilia

California barber Shane Nesbitt focuses on precision haircut inside Shane's Barbershop in San Mateo

Shane Nesbitt, photographed in his San Mateo barbershop. For years, he set the standard—opening before dawn, cutting hair for working people, and building a reputation that reached far beyond the shop itself.

Barber Shane Nesbitt works through a sticker-covered mirror reflecting the layered skateboard culture inside his San Mateo shop

California custom hearse with Shane's Barbershop branding parked outside at night reflecting the personality of the shop

Close-up of Shane’s tattooed head receiving a haircut highlighting the detail and individuality inside Shane's Barbershop

Wide view of Shane Nesbitt cutting hair in his San Mateo barbershop surrounded by artwork and classic barber chairs

Hair on the floor, cords underfoot, and long days on your feet—details like this are what defined the rhythm inside Shane’s Barbershop.

Close-up of straight razor shave highlighting the craftsmanship and trust inside Shane's Barbershop in San Mateo

Interior of Shane's Barbershop in San Mateo showing the space that once served its community

Traditional Barbershops of Scotland

Barbershops of Scotland

After more than 15 years photographing barbershops across all 50 states, I’ve come to recognize certain constants—spaces shaped by routine, built on familiarity, where the walls carry just as much history as the people sitting in the chair. What started as a project rooted in American culture gradually extended beyond it. Everywhere I travel, I find myself stepping into barbershops. Different countries, different cities—but often, the same feeling.

It wasn’t something I set out to do. At some point, it just became part of how I move through a place. I’ll walk past a shop, look through the window, and recognize something immediately—an arrangement of chairs, a certain kind of light, the way tools are laid out, or what’s hanging on the walls. It’s familiar, even when it shouldn’t be.

In Scotland, that feeling was there from the start.

The shops are different in the details, and their history - often sitting on narrower street in front of a 500 year old church. The signage has its own character. The interiors feel a little more restrained in some cases, a little more utilitarian in others. But step inside, and the rhythm is the same. A customer in the chair, another waiting, conversation moving easily through the room. The quiet repetition of a trade that hasn’t changed much, even as everything around it has.

That’s what continues to stand out—how consistent these spaces are, no matter where you are. The barbershop may be one of the last places that still exists in nearly the same form across different cultures. Not identical, but recognizable. You don’t need to be from there to understand it.

And yet, like many of the shops I’ve photographed across America, there’s a sense that these places are becoming less common. The pace of change is different depending on where you are, but the result is often the same. Older shops close. New ones open with a different feel. Something shifts.

That’s part of what makes photographing them feel important.

The Barbershops of America project has always been about more than documenting interiors. It’s about holding onto these spaces as they exist right now—before they change, before they disappear, before they’re replaced by something else entirely. Photographing barbershops in Scotland—and in other countries I’ve traveled to—has only reinforced that idea. It’s not just an American story. It’s a broader one.

But America is still the foundation.

Fifteen years of work, across small towns and cities, documenting shops that are deeply tied to the communities around them. The photographs from Scotland don’t sit apart from that—they connect back to it. They show how far this kind of place reaches, and how much of it is shared.

A Growing Archive

This work in Scotland is part of a much larger archive built over more than a decade on the road—photographing barbershops across the United States and, increasingly, in other parts of the world.

Some of these shops are still operating. Many are not.

Together, they form a record of a space that has remained remarkably consistent over time, even as the world around it continues to change.

Explore the Barbershops of America archive
Read more individual shop stories → Tony’s - a 200 year old barbershop in Brooklyn

HB Barber Shop sits beside a historic church, blending into the layered streets of Scotland

A haircut in progress inside Benjamin’s Barber Shop, seen through the glass from the street

Neon-lit window of Benjamin’s Barber Shop glowing onto the street, revealing a working shop inside

Boarded-up barbershop with classic red-and-white trim, showing the quiet disappearance of neighborhood shops in Scotland

Ruffians barbershop on a quiet Edinburgh corner, framed by historic stone architecture and evening light

McFadyen Barber Shop with classic painted signage and a simple, traditional front window display

Lenny’s Barber Shop closed for the night, its windows dark and the street quiet

A simple barber shop sign extends over an empty street, captured in black and white

Camerons Barber Shop stands out in red along a row of weathered buildings on a Scottish street

Traditional Barbershop in Greenwich, Connecticut

Tony’s Barbershop - Greenwich, CT

There was a time when a barbershop like Tony’s felt permanent.

Tucked into the rhythm of Greenwich, Connecticut—a town better known for hedge funds and waterfront estates—Tony’s Barbershop stood apart. It wasn’t trying to keep up with anything. It didn’t need to. The shop operated on its own timeline, built on routine, familiarity, and the quiet trust between a barber and the people who repeatedly sat in his chair.

Tony Sciarrillo had been cutting hair there for decades. Long enough to watch generations come and go. Fathers bringing in their sons, who would eventually come back on their own. Regulars who didn’t need to explain how they liked their hair cut because Tony already knew. In a place where so much is polished and constantly changing, his shop felt grounded—unchanged in the ways that mattered.

Inside, nothing was overly styled or curated. The details were simple: worn chairs, mirrors that had seen years of conversations, tools laid out with purpose. It was a working shop, not a concept. The kind of place where the value wasn’t in how it looked, but in what happened there every day.

That’s part of what made it so rare.

Barbershops like Tony’s have always been more than places to get a haircut. They’re social spaces, community anchors, places where people show up not just for a service, but for a sense of continuity. And yet, shops like this are quietly disappearing. Rising costs, shifting neighborhoods, and a culture that moves faster than it used to have made it harder for these long-standing spaces to survive.

Tony’s Barbershop is now closed. Tony himself has passed on. What remains are the photographs—and the memory of a place that held its ground for as long as it could.

There’s something worth paying attention to in that.

Because in towns like Greenwich, where change is constant and often accelerated, places like Tony’s remind us that not everything of value announces itself. Some of it exists quietly, in routine, in repetition, in the trust built over years of small, consistent interactions.

And when it’s gone, you realize how rare it actually was.

A Part of a larger Archive

Tony’s Barbershop, although incredibly unique and special, is one of hundreds of shops I’ve photographed over the past 15 years as part of an ongoing project documenting barbershops in all 50 states of the USA—spaces that reflect the character of the communities they serve.

Many of these shops are still operating. Many are not.

Together, they form a record of a disappearing part of American life—one haircut, one conversation, one shop at a time.

Explore the full Barbershops of America archive
View the photo book and fine art prints

Explore another story of a historic black barbershop in Albany, NY - Stancil’s Barbershop

At the end of the day Tony sweeps the floor himself - a routine repeated for years before the shop closed

A small round mirror captures Tony mid haircut - a layered view into the rhythm of the shop

Tony works in the same space he did for decades - a quiet morning inside his Greenwich shop before it eventually closed

Tony mid cut - focused and steady - serving longtime clients in a shop that remained unchanged for years

The modest storefront of Tony's Barbershop in Greenwich - a place that quietly served its neighborhood for decades before closing

Tony sits in his chair surrounded by decades of history - a rare quiet moment inside his shop

Family photos newspaper clippings and everyday objects line the walls - telling the story of a life spent inside the shop

Tony moves through the shop tidying up - maintaining the same space he worked in for decades

Albany, NY Barbershop

Historic Black Barbershop in Albany, New York

There was nothing particularly flashy about Stancil’s Barbershop when I photographed it in 2011. It sat on Madison Avenue like it had for decades—blending into the rhythm of the street. The kind of place you could walk past a hundred times without thinking twice, unless you knew what it was.

But once you stepped inside, it was all there.

Wood-paneled walls covered in photographs and newspaper clippings. An overall patina from years of use. Chairs that had seen thousands of haircuts, laughs, arguments, and long pauses in between. Nothing curated. Nothing staged. Just a shop that had grown into itself over time. A one of a kind.

A Place Built Over Time

From the outside, Stancil’s didn’t ask for attention. The sign was faily straightforward. The windows were filled with whatever had accumulated—plants, flyers, a few political signs, whatever made sense at the time.

It felt like a place that existed for the people who already knew it was there.

Not everything needs to be rebranded or reimagined. Some places just hold their ground.

Inside the Shop

Inside, it was exactly what you’d hope for. As a photographer working on a project like this, Stancil’s was a dream.

The layout hadn’t been touched in years. Maybe longer. Chairs spaced just far enough apart. Mirrors lined with lights that had seen better days but still did their job. Every surface carried something—photographs, certificates, handwritten notes, reminders of people who had passed through. The classic barber hairstyle charts still clung to the same wall where they were placed 40 years ago - the styles themselves had clearly come and gone, but they remained. A stack of Yellow Page phone books sat quietly, although it was obvious they still got used. Ironically, not far away, was a padlocked rotary phone.

You could tell this wasn’t designed. It was accumulated, organically.

That’s the difference.

The Barbers

My time at Stancil’s wasn’t long, but it was more than memorable. The thing that stuck out was how candid all the barbers were together. Comedy was a constant. Stancil himself has an old pair of slippers on that must have been handed down because the toe section had been cut off so his feet could fit. Life at this barbershop didn’t feel like work, it was a second home. There didn’t happen to be any customers at the time, so some of the barbers calmly watched television while throwing sarcastic remarks across the shop to their co-workers (friends).

What’s Left

Sadly, I checked in on Stancil’s recently only to find a Google street view of the place boarded up.

Like a lot of shops across the country, it eventually closed its doors. The reasons are usually the same—rising costs, changing neighborhoods, time catching up with the people who built them.

When a place like this disappears, it’s not just a business that’s gone.

It’s the accumulation of years—of routines, relationships, and small, everyday moments that don’t get documented unless someone happens to be there with a camera.

Part of a Larger Project

This photograph is part of a long-term project documenting traditional barbershops across the United States.

Over the past 15 years, I’ve photographed shops in all corners of the country—some still operating, many no longer there. Together, they form a kind of archive of places that were never meant to last forever, but somehow did for longer than expected.

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→ Explore a 200 year old barbershop in Brooklyn
→ Fine art prints available from this series

Stancil’s Barbershop on Madison Avenue in Albany, New York, photographed in 2011. A neighborhood shop that quietly served its community for decades—now gone.

Rows of worn chairs inside Stancil’s Barbershop. Even when empty, the space carried the weight of years of daily routine and conversation.

A barber at Stancil’s Barbershop. Places like this were built on people—their presence, their stories, and years behind the chair.

Old dryers tucked into the corner—equipment that stayed long after trends had moved on.

A single chair beneath fluorescent lights, surrounded by decades of photographs, certificates, and memory.

A moment in the chair. For many, the visit was routine—but the shop itself was something much deeper.

A corner of the shop where transactions were simple and personal—part of the daily rhythm.

Inside Stancil’s, where time moved at its own pace. Shops like this were as much about community as they were about haircuts.

Tools of the trade, worn from years of use—handled thousands of times without much thought.

A worn yellow chair surrounded by everyday objects that gave the shop its character.

Rock Springs, Wyoming: Photographs From an Overlooked American Town

Photographing Rock Springs, Wyoming

Spending 35k miles a year on the road photographing America brings you to a lot of interesting places. Most are often a welcomed surprise, but this visit to Rock Springs was a forced hiatus. While driving through Wyoming on the way to a ranch further out west, my truck broke down in the middle of nowhere, an hour outside of Rock Springs. After having it towed into town, and a series of unfortunate events, I was stranded there for four days waiting for a new fuel pump to arrive.

Rock Springs sits in Sweetwater County along Interstate 80, a corridor that thousands of travelers cross every day on their way somewhere else. Many of them never leave the highway. But like a lot of towns shaped by mining, railroads, and the boom-and-bust cycles of the West, Rock Springs carries a deeper history beneath its surface.

Rock Springs, Wyoming: A Town With a Complicated Past

Rock Springs has a deeper history than many travelers realize. In 1885 the town became the site of one of the most violent anti-Chinese riots in American history when tensions between white coal miners and Chinese workers erupted into violence. Dozens of Chinese miners were killed and much of the Chinese community in town was burned to the ground. Today the streets of Rock Springs appear quiet and ordinary, but like many Western towns the landscape holds layers of history that aren’t always visible at first glance.

People of Rock Springs

Each day in Rock Springs blended into the next as the arrival of the truck part kept getting delayed, souring my mood by the hour. With little else to do, the only productive option was to keep walking around with the camera. Naturally, that led to some interesting encounters with the locals.

The first portrait below is of a lone protester I approached and asked to make his photograph. “I sure wish you would,” he replied immediately, then pulled out a gun that had been sitting on the passenger seat beside him and held it up for the picture. After a few minutes of conversation he asked what I was doing in town, so I explained the situation with my truck. Without missing a beat he asked if I was doing alright—if I had money for food and gas to get back home. It was a very genuine response, and one I hadn’t expected.

A few hours later I was still wandering around shooting when it started to rain. I ducked under the entrance of a karate dojo to wait out the storm. Not soon after, the owner arrived and asked, “Do you want to come inside and warm up?” What the hell—why not.

Once inside he launched into an impromptu oral history of Rock Springs during its oil boom years. “These streets right here were filled with nothing but drunks, whores, and pimps,” he told me. Then went on to describe finding a dead man outside his building one morning and how the girls working the streets would sometimes come inside to warm themselves on his couch during the winter months.

Today the town is quiet and well past it’s prime, like many American boomtowns after the rush has passed. Most residents now work in the nearby trona mines, but you can still feel what is was like during the days of rough bars, gambling halls, and brothels. The locals sure haven’t forgotten that history.

A Town Along The American Railroad

I never planned to spend four days in Rock Springs, but sometimes the road decides where you stop. In the end I left with a set of photographs that feel true to the town and to a larger project I’ve been working on for years — documenting the overlooked places that quietly shape the American landscape.

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Railroad tracks stretch toward downtown Rock Springs from an overpass above the line.

A small house and backyard sit quietly behind a chain-link fence in a Rock Springs neighborhood.

An aging computer sits in a storefront window along a downtown street in Rock Springs.

A protester with a gun and political flags attached to his truck.

Personal items gather across the dashboard of a pickup truck parked in Rock Springs.

A framed painting of calla lilies hangs awkwardly on the wall of a Mexican restaurant in Rock Springs.

A small dessert arrives on a diner table in Rock Springs.

An old Mercury Cougar rests beside a weathered house in Rock Springs, a scene that feels suspended somewhere between the past and present.

A roadside shrine in Rock Springs pairs a statue of Jesus with an unexpected “No Smoking” sign above it.

Reflections of winter trees and a park bench appear in a storefront window along a quiet Rock Springs street.

A neighborhood cleaners sits on a quiet corner in downtown Rock Springs.

An aging pickup truck sits along a residential street in Rock Springs beneath a web of overhead power lines.

New Life Ministries occupies a brick building along a quiet street in downtown Rock Springs.

A narrow hallway opens into the lobby at the Park Hotel in Rock Springs

A rainy street corner near the Rock Springs Coal arch in the center of town.

An older sedan sits parked along a wet street lined with boarded windows in downtown Rock Springs.

Satellite dishes and overhead wires crowd the skyline above a quiet back street in Rock Springs.

An old Chevrolet pickup truck with “Boobie Bouncer” stickers on the tailgate.

Flowers and small objects hang from a chain-link fence marking a roadside memorial.

A pickup truck moves slowly through a quiet neighborhood street in Rock Springs.

A rusted basketball hoop stands beside a long brick wall near the edge of town.

A faded Quiznos sign hangs on a dilapidated wood billboard in Rock Springs

A car rests beneath winter trees in a backyard on the edge of a Rock Springs neighborhood.

A weathered pickup truck sits at a quiet residential corner beneath a web of overhead wires in Rock Springs.

A church rises behind fences and bare winter trees along a quiet street in Rock Springs.

A pickup truck sits tucked beside a small garage at the end of a narrow driveway in Rock Springs.

A Bruce Lee poster hangs behind a thin curtain beside framed martial arts photos inside a karate dojo.

Old rail tracks cut through an industrial alley in Rock Springs, a quiet reminder of the railroad and coal economy that built the town.

Pubs of Edinburgh, Scotland

Historic Pubs in Edinburgh | A Photographer’s Study of Cultural Spaces

I recently spent time photographing pubs throughout Edinburgh, focusing not only on the historic interiors the city is famous for, but also on newer establishments that are quietly building their own character. What interested me wasn’t simply age. It was atmosphere — and how authentic that atmosphere can feel regardless of when a pub first opened its doors.

Walk around Edinburgh for any amount of time and you’ll come across countless pubs in famous places like The Royal Mile, Princess St. and Victoria St. And sure they do serve beer and haggis, but they are tourist traps cloaked as pubs. Venture out a little further and you’ll find some incredible communal living rooms filled with people from all walks of life enjoying a Proper Pint.

Old Edinburgh Pubs: Age You Can Feel

Some of Edinburgh’s traditional pubs carry centuries in their walls. In places like The Bailie, the wood is darkened by time, mirrors show their age in softened edges, and the floors lean slightly from generations of use.

These rooms don’t need to advertise their history. You sense it in the walls and in the unselfconscious way people occupy the space. Regulars move with familiarity across the carpeted floor to their regular stool. The bartender doesn’t perform; he or she simply works. The architecture frames the experience, but it doesn’t dominate it.

There is restraint in these historic pubs. Nothing feels curated for spectacle. The room exists to welcome conversation and return visits.

Newer Edinburgh Pubs with the Same Atmosphere

What surprised me most was how similar the feeling remained in newer pubs. In spaces like The Standing Order, which was once a bank, the design may be more grand, the lines cleaner, the lighting slightly more intentional — yet the atmosphere carries the same steady rhythm.

The bar still anchors the room. People still return to the same seats. Conversations still expand and contract in familiar corners. The success of the space has less to do with its age and more to do with intention and the quiet accumulation of evenings spent there enjoying cask ales.

Authenticity, I was reminded, isn’t guaranteed by centuries. It’s built through use.

What Edinburgh’s Pubs Share with American Dive Bars

Sitting in the back of one Edinburgh pub, I was struck with familiarity. For years I’ve been documenting American dive bars and roadside motels across the West and Midwest. Many of them are far younger than Scotland’s historic pubs, yet the emotional architecture is strikingly similar.

In a small-town dive bar in Wyoming or Nevada, the makings are humbler — paneled walls instead of stone, fluorescent light instead of filtered daylight — but the function is identical. The bar is an anchor. The room absorbs stories. The regulars give it gravity.

The same is true of roadside motels. Some are mid-century survivors with neon signs buzzing against the night. Others have been partially updated. Yet they continue to serve as quiet infrastructure for travelers and locals alike.

The geography changes. The timeline stretches or contracts. The human need remains consistent.

Photographing Cultural Spaces That Endure

Whether historic or newly established, a pub succeeds when it becomes woven into daily life. The same can be said for a dive bar in rural America. Age may add texture, but continuity builds meaning.

Photographing these spaces — in Scotland and in the United States — is less about nostalgia and more about record-keeping. These rooms function as cultural anchors. They are democratic environments. They hold celebration, argument, solitude, and routine without demanding attention.

Edinburgh reinforced something I’ve long believed: authenticity isn’t a design choice. It’s the result of intention and presence.

View the American Dive Bars & Roadside Motels Gallery

If you’re drawn to spaces with atmosphere, history, and lived-in character, I invite you to view my ongoing series documenting American dive bars and roadside motels throughout the United States.

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Worn red leather stools rest quietly on patterned carpet, the kind of small detail that reveals how long a pub has been lived in rather than designed.

Through the window, a quiet exchange unfolds at the bar — a familiar posture, a familiar ritual, the steady rhythm of an evening in an Edinburgh pub.

Kay’s Bar glows against the dark stone of the city, a small corner pub holding its ground beneath the streetlight and chimney-lined skyline.

The facade of Cafe Royal stands with carved stone and hanging greenery, its Victorian architecture hinting at the grandeur waiting just inside.

Inside Cafe Royal, carved columns and gilded ceilings frame a room that feels almost theatrical. Conversations move between tables while the architecture quietly holds the weight of another century.

A moment of stillness at the bar — one hand at his chin, the noise of the room fading as he stands briefly alone in his thoughts.

Lettering on glass announces “Purveyor of Quality Cask Ales,” a quiet declaration of standards that predate modern branding.

Boots and corduroy pants planted firmly on worn carpet — the kind of grounded detail that says more about a place than any wide shot ever could.

The Oyster Bar entrance at Cafe Royal stands beneath carved wood and etched glass, a narrow threshold between the noise of the main room and a more intimate corner of the pub.

At the Cafe Royal in Edinburgh friends lean in close at a small round table, their laughter rising into a room that has held a century of similar evenings.

The Bailie Bar- Edinburgh, Scotland

Beneath gilded ceilings and carved arches, the bar hums with conversation — architecture and atmosphere sharing the same space at The Standing Order in Edinburgh

Spanky’s Barbershop, Covington KY: Modern Design Rooted in Craft

Spanky’s Barbershop in Covington, Kentucky

Covington, Kentucky sits just across the river from Cincinnati, but in recent years it has developed a rhythm all its own. Historic storefronts are being restored. Independent businesses are opening their doors. There’s a steady sense of momentum — not loud, not flashy — but real.

Spanky’s Barbershop is part of that shift.

I first met Sean Caudill — known to most simply as Spanky — years ago at his first shop in the same area. It was a beautiful shop, but when I returned to photograph this second location, it was clear he was building something much bigger.

A Second Shop Built from Experience

Spanky’s new Covington location wasn’t opened just for a bigger footprint — it’s the result of his unique personality, years behind the chair, and having a distinct vision for the future of his business.

When I first photographed Spanky at the old shop, he was know for his skills behind the chair. The foundation was there: strong cuts, loyal clients, a clear identity. What stands out now is the confidence that comes from time.

This shop feels curated. Every design decision — from layout to lighting to branding — carries the weight of experience. It’s what happens when a barber has spent years refining his craft and understands exactly how he wants a space to function.

Sean is damn fine human being. As kind and welcoming as they come. He’s also part of the crew at Uppercut Deluxe, a globally respected pomade company known for aligning with some of the strongest barbers in the industry. That level of professional connection shows. Not in excess, but in execution.

The result is a shop that feels intentional without feeling over-designed. Confident without trying too hard. Built by someone who knows the culture from the inside and wants everyone who walks through his door to feel like they belong.

Inside Spanky’s Barbershop – Design & Atmosphere

From a design standpoint, the shop is as good as it gets these days.

The materials feel grounded and intentional. The lighting is clean but warm. The stations are arranged with space to move, but without losing the intimacy that makes a traditional barbershop work.

There’s balance here — modern but not sterile. Classic but not nostalgic.

This is what makes strong barbershop interior design compelling: it respects tradition without being trapped by it.

The chairs, mirrors, floor color, and decor work together as a unified environment rather than individual pieces. It feels cohesive. Confident. Functional.

And above all, it feels lived in — not staged. Stepping into Spanky’s place, you know it was put together by a person with passion, not a group of executives in a highrise.

For a city like Covington, where small businesses are helping redefine entire blocks, spaces like this matter. They become visual anchors. They build neighborhood identity.

Covington’s Growth and Independent Energy

Northern Kentucky has been steadily growing, especially with its proximity to Cincinnati. But Covington has developed its own personality — one built around independent restaurants, bars, and retail rather than chains.

Spanky’s Barbershop fits that model perfectly.

It’s not corporate.
It’s not trend-driven.
It’s personal.

As neighborhoods evolve, businesses like this often become the steady presence — the kind of place people return to weekly or monthly, long after other storefronts have changed hands.

Barbershops, at their best, are consistent. They operate on routine and relationship. That consistency becomes more valuable as cities shift.

Barbershops of America – The Long View

This shop is part of my ongoing 15+ year project, Barbershops of America, documenting traditional and independent barbershops across all 50 states.

Most shops I photograph represent continuity — decades in one location, sometimes passed down through generations.

Spanky’s second location represents something slightly different: progression.

It shows what happens when a barber grows with his city.

It shows what happens when craft meets momentum.

Not every shop closes. Not every shop fades. Some expand. Some adapt. Some refine their space and raise their standard.

Those stories deserve to be documented too.

Fine Art Prints & Licensing

Photographs from Spanky’s Barbershop are available as limited edition fine art prints and for editorial or commercial licensing.

For interior designers, hospitality spaces, and collectors interested in contemporary American craftsmanship and small business culture, this body of work reflects both design and identity.

View the full Barbershops of America gallery here.
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Continue Through the Archive

Spanky’s Barbershop is one of hundreds of shops photographed across all 50 states.

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The striped awning and traditional barber sign anchor the storefront along a historic Covington block.

Natural light filters through the striped awning as a barber finishes a cut

The waiting area at Spanky’s Barbershop in Covington blends vintage barber ephemera, red vinyl chairs, and natural light from the street, setting the tone for the shop’s design-forward interior.

Vintage neon wall clock above a Wildroot refrigerator inside Spanky’s Barbershop in Covington, Kentucky.

Conversation and humor are as much a part of the shop as clippers and combs.

Barbers at work inside Spanky’s Barbershop in Covington, where layered wall art and Americana details form the backdrop to daily ritual.

Personal objects and religious iconography add another layer to the shop’s visual identity.

A fade cut in progress—straightforward, precise, and rooted in tradition.

A wide view reveals the shop’s layered design—vintage signage, trophies, and a glowing clock anchoring the space.

Spanky’s Barbershop sits along a historic Covington street just across the river from Cincinnati.

Inside One of America’s Oldest Barbershops, Before It Closed

Tony’s Barbershop, Brooklyn, New York

For more than 200 years, Tony’s Barbershop stood in the Sunset Park neighborhood of Brooklyn as a constant—outlasting wars, economic cycles, and generations of change. Inside, little evolved by design: the same chairs, the same mirrors, the same daily rhythms shaped by friendship and conversation rather than efficiency or trend. It was a place where time moved at a human pace, where neighbors returned year after year not just for a haircut, but for continuity. When the owner passed away in 2020 and the shop closed soon after, that unbroken history ended quietly, marking the loss of not just one of America’s oldest barbershops, but a form of community that is becoming increasingly rare.

Barber chairs and workstations inside Tony’s Barbershop in Brooklyn, New York, reflecting decades of continuous use.

A barber chair reflected in the mirrors at Tony’s Barbershop above a sign reading “If you leave you lose your turn”. The walls showing decades of use and an interior largely unchanged over time.

A Barbershop Shaped by Time

There is no faking what Tony’s has. It’s the kind of place you’d want to use as inspiration for the classic American barbershop in a movie, but achieving that look is impossible because the grit and patina, the thing that truly makes it special, is time. Centuries, in fact. Hard to say for sure, but you could argue that Tony’s was one of, if not the oldest barbershop in America?

The interior of Tony’s Barbershop in Brooklyn, New York. The space remained largely unchanged for decades, preserving a traditional working environment.

A barber and client during a routine haircut at Tony’s Barbershop in Brooklyn, New York.

Routine, Relationships, and Community

Ever since he moved to American from Italy, Tony has been cutting hair in the same Brooklyn barbershop, decade after decade. There is no way to measure the effect his shop and his presence has had on a neighborhood. It’s people like him that have made barbershops more than just a place to get your haircut. They are about community and friendship. In a lot of ways, Tony is a true American success story. When he first arrived here with just a few dollars to his name, his English was so bad that he could barely communicate with customers. They would come in and he’d introduce himself by his real name - Felice. Only his accent was so thick that everyone thought his first name was Phil. This caused a lot of frustration until one day a “Tony” came in and asked his name, to which he replied “I’m like you, Tony!” Later when he bought the shop, it became Tony’s. Years passed and he was able to buy the apartments above the shop too!

A barber laughing with his client inside Tony’s Barbershop in Brooklyn, New York. The shop served generations of neighborhood residents and functioned as a long-standing community space.

A barber and client reflected in the mirrors at Tony’s Barbershop in Brooklyn, New York, emphasizing the intimacy and routine of the barber–client relationship.

The Quiet End of a Long Continuity

Most traditional barbershops do not disappear by choice. Across the country, many are forced out by rising rents and landlords eager to replace long-standing tenants with more profitable uses, cutting short decades of continuity with little regard for the communities those shops served. Tony’s Barbershop was spared that fate. Because Tony owned the building, the shop did not end in eviction or displacement, but concluded on his own terms, following his retirement and passing in 2020. Even so, the outcome is no less final. Ownership could protect the space from outside pressure, but it could not preserve what mattered most—the accumulated history of daily routines, relationships, and shared memory built over more than two centuries. Once that continuity ends, there is no way to replicate it, only to acknowledge what has quietly been lost.

A barber pauses between appointments at Tony’s Barbershop, a place where relationships extended beyond the chair.

Documenting America’s Vanishing Barbershops

Projects like Barbershops of America exist not just out of nostalgia, but necessity. As traditional barbershops disappear—often quietly and without record—their absence leaves a gap that is cultural as much as physical. Over the past 15 years, documenting these spaces across all 50 states has revealed how deeply they are woven into the fabric of American life, particularly in working-class and rural communities. These shops are not interchangeable businesses; they are long-term social institutions shaped by trust, routine, and presence. Photographing them is an effort to preserve evidence of places that once held communities together, before they vanish without acknowledgment.

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A wide interior view of Tony’s Barbershop in Brooklyn, New York, where the layout and tools reflected decades of daily practice.

A haircut in progress near the front window of Tony’s Barbershop in Brooklyn, New York. The shop’s street-facing layout reinforced its role as an open, accessible community space.

A haircut in progress at Tony’s Barbershop in Brooklyn, New York, where barbering was practiced through experience and repetition.

Hoi An’s Open Air Market: Color, Chaos, and Culture Through the Camera Lens

Photographs of Hoi An’s Open Air Market in Vietnam

First Impressions of Hoi An’s Market

Hoi An has a rhythm all its own, and nowhere is that more alive than in its open air market. The morning I walked through, the air was heavy with the scent of lemongrass and fresh fish. Woman in colorful clothes and conical hats called out aggressively, bargaining with customers who darted from stall to stall. I felt like I had stepped straight into the city’s pulse and was stimulated by all five senses. There is a reason Vietnam’s markets are so famous, because there is nothing else like them in the world!

It wasn’t staged for tourists. It wasn’t polished or quiet. It was busy, messy, colorful—and absolutely real. Come to think of it, I can’t remember seeing one other person at the market who wasn’t Vietnamese. As a photographer, that kind of energy is gold. Every direction I turned, there was a new scene unfolding: a pile of dragon fruit glowing under the morning sun, women throwing water on their fish, and scooters weaving through crowds loaded with fresh greens.

The Details That Make It Special

Markets like this are all about details. The textures of weathered hands scooping rice, the metallic shine of fish laid out on woven mats, the soft lines of conical hats leaning in the corner. Light spilled in from gaps between tarps, bouncing off everything—bright oranges, deep greens, pale pinks.

I slowed down, tried to blend into the background, and let the camera do the watching. The result was a series of photographs that capture not just what the Hoi An market looks like, but what it feels like to be there. These are the kinds of images that carry memory and emotion, long after the morning rush has faded.

Hoi An Market Photography and Prints

Photographs from Hoi An’s market aren’t just travel snapshots—they’re visual records of daily life in Vietnam. For collectors, designers, or editors, these images translate into striking prints or versatile editorial visuals.

Whether it’s a wide scene of the market’s bustle or a close detail of produce piled high, these photographs work as fine art wall prints, as editorial spreads for travel publications, or as authentic imagery for brands looking to highlight Southeast Asian culture.

Authentic Vietnamese Market Images for Licensing

For anyone searching for stock photos or licensing imagery of Vietnam, authenticity matters. These photographs were taken on the ground, in the real flow of the market—not staged or recreated. That means they carry the credibility that audiences are drawn to.

Editors can use them to anchor travel stories. Brands can bring them into campaigns that celebrate culture, color, and connection. Interior designers might even use them to create a vibrant focal point in a restaurant or office space.

If you’re looking for images that convey the spirit of a Vietnamese open air market—colorful, crowded, and deeply human—this collection is available for licensing and prints. Contact me for details.

Hoi An Market - Vietnam

Vietnamese woman in blue Non La

Buy meat at the Hoi An Market

Bowls of fresh seafood at open air market

Seafood street vendor in Hoi An

Motor biking through Hoi An Market

Fresh squid for sale at open air market

Fresh chickens marked with ink stamp

Cutting up fish at Hoi An Market

Motorbike piled with fresh eggs

Woman in conical hat buying meat at open air market

Kids sleeping at Hoi An Market

Woman in traditional Vietnamese hats selling food on street

Man on motorbike buying meat from street vendor

Piles of fish for sale at open air market

Woman in Non La riding bicycle

Open air market - Hoi An

Street vendors - Hoi An, Vietnam

Seafood for sale on the street in Vietnam

Bustling streets at the Hoi An Market in Vietnam

Western Artist William Matthews

William Matthews – Legendary Western Artist and His Creative Studio in Denver

William Matthews (born 1949) is one of the most influential painters of the American West — best known for his evocative watercolors of working cowboys, landscapes, ranch life, and Western culture. Though he didn’t grow up in the West, his artistic journey has taken him from New York City to studios and ranches across the region. I recently spent time photographing him in his Denver studio to document both the man and the creative space that shapes his work.

Meeting William Matthews — A Western Artist Icon

Although he doesn’t come from The West and wouldn’t restrict himself to the title of Western Artist, there is no denying the indelible effect William Matthew’s work has had on Western culture.

As with most of my subjects in any genre, it’s important that I have a genuine interest. And I’ve long been a fan of Matthews’ art, which was the reason for this collaboration. At 76 years young he’s full of life and still has an insatiable desire to create art at a prolific pace. So having the opportunity to meet and photograph Matthew’s at work in his Denver, CO studio was a gift i’ll always be grateful for. A lot of artists can’t be bothered with this kind of thing, but he was welcoming and generous with conversation throughout our time together.

Shared Stories from Historic Ranches Across the West

Of the many compliments you could say about an artist, perhaps the best is that their style is instantly recognizable. And there’s no mistaking the renowned paintings he created of the American West, specifically of the buckaroos in nothern Nevada. There isn’t another artist alive whose work even vaguely resembled Matthews’. Which could be a big reason for his success, but it was also what drew me to him. Digest his paintings for a while and you’ll know they were created by a person that truly became part of the life. He was there. The light, colors, and textures, and the body chemistry of his subjects could only be made by a person with first hand experience. So naturally we talked a lot about our experiences having visited a lot of the same ranches. Oddly, a few days before writing this post, I came back from the Winecup Gamble Ranch - a place he frequented. A number of his paintings of the ranch grace the walls there and his book “Working The West” sits proudly on the coffee table at the big house. To further the conversation about shared experiences we also spoke about Western Spirit: Scottsdale’s Museum of the West, where I was honored to have work on the walls at the same time as his incredible exhibition.

Capturing the Atmosphere of an Artist’s Workspace

Matthew’s has lived a life in art. It is his life, and that’s obvious when you walk into his beautiful studio, which I’m told he hadn’t ever granted access to. The shelves are filled with books about design - previous profession and gateway into art. The floors are a beautiful hard wood that accents the rich walls filled with momentos from decades of travel, and of course, art. The upstairs loft feels like a break room of sorts, where Matthews goes to play one of the dozen guitars that line the space. All of this is obviously bathed in beautiful light from the north facing window that he designed along with the rest of the studio.

Photographing an artist like this in his sanctuary should never be taken lightly. And there is also a lot to consider when it comes to the plan of attack. First and foremost is respecting their time. Beforehand I had it in my head to set up a few strobes, but quickly realized that half hour would be better spent photographing documentary style as a fly on the wall with available light. For someone like Matthews, all that matters is the art. He doesn’t care about having his photograph made, nor does he need it. So I made it a point to be as effective as possible in as little time as possible so he could get back to it.

How Matthews’ Work Connects to Cowboy Photography

William Matthews has spent decades painting working cowboys — not the Hollywood version, not the myth, but the real men who ride out before the sun and come home only when the work is done. His watercolors aren’t loud or romanticized. They’re quiet, restrained, and deeply observant. The details matter: the way a hat sits after a long day, the posture of a rider checking cattle, the weight of open country pressing against a lone figure.

That’s the same thread that runs through my own cowboy photography, and I have and continue taking heaps of inspiration from Matthews’ Buckaroo paintings.

While Matthews works in watercolor and I work with a camera, the intent feels similar — to pay attention to the people who actually live this life. To show the labor behind the image. To acknowledge that raising cattle and maintaining ranch traditions is demanding, physical work that still feeds communities and shapes the American West.

His paintings slow the viewer down. They invite you to notice subtle shifts in light, gesture, and atmosphere. Photography, at its best, can do the same. Both mediums rely on observation. Both depend on trust — the kind that allows you to step into a rancher’s world without turning it into spectacle.

Spending time in his studio made that connection even clearer. Matthews’ walls are lined with studies, reference images, and decades of visual research. The work doesn’t happen by accident. It’s built on repetition, discipline, and showing up again and again — something I’ve learned firsthand while photographing working cowboys across the West for more than a decade.

Different tools. Same subject. Same respect for the culture.

Photographing Working Cowboys of the American West

If you’re drawn to Matthews’ iconic interpretation of working cowboys, you may also appreciate my ongoing photographic project documenting ranch life across the American West. You can view the full series of working cowboy photographs here.

Another Voice in Contemporary Western Art

William Matthews’ work has helped define the modern image of the working cowboy. I’ve also spent time photographing iconic Western artist Teal Blake — another painter deeply rooted in the culture of the American West. See those photographs here.

William Matthews in a candid moment inside his studio. His paintings of working cowboys and ranch life have become a defining voice in contemporary Western art.

Matthews at work in his Colorado studio, surrounded by reference books, studies, and decades of accumulated material that inform his paintings of the American West.

A quiet portrait of William Matthews inside his working studio, where his celebrated cowboy paintings take shape.

Pigment-stained palettes and well-worn brushes — the quiet tools behind Matthews’ watercolor interpretations of cowboy country.

A wall of well-worn art books lines the studio shelves. Even an established Western painter remains a lifelong student of the craft.

Seated beneath the studio windows, Matthews reflects between works. His paintings have shaped how many collectors visualize the modern cowboy.

A watercolor study of the American West, where open sky and distant mesas echo the same landscapes that inspire generations of cowboy artists.

Reviewing a recent watercolor study, Matthews considers light, atmosphere, and restraint — hallmarks of his Western landscapes.

Pinned studies, reference photographs, handwritten notes, and brushes crowd the desk — a working studio shaped by decades devoted to painting the West.

Between studies and finished pieces, Matthews pauses at his drafting table — a reminder that Western art begins with careful observation and discipline.

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.

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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

Martin Gerdin: Glass Trout and the Art of Fly Fishing

From Wild Fish to Glass Art: Photographing the Work of Martin Gerdin

A Fly Fishing Artist Who Honors the Fish

If you spend much time around fly fishing and have an appreciation for art, then you’ve heard the name Martin Gerdin. His hand-blown glass fish are more than just decorative pieces, they’re immaculate tributes. To the fish. To the places they live. To the hours spent chasing them in silence with and without victory. When I had the opportunity to photograph Martin for a recent magazine story, I knew right away this wasn’t just another artist profile. It was a chance to document someone who truly understands what makes fly fishing special.

Photographing the Process Behind the Glass

Martin’s Gerdin’s studio is located in Crawford, a small town in a remote section of southwest Colorado, which tells you a bit about him already. He doesn’t need the fancy street facing storefront, because for him, it’s only about the work. And that’s obvious seeing him in action. He cares. Sure, creating stunning glass blown fish is how he earns a living, but it’s also his passion. Glass blowing is a very delicate art, especially when dealing with a pieces the size of Gerdin’s fish. There are so many steps along the way that can cause each one to be ruined. And when that happens all is lost. Back to the beginning. As a photographer intent on documenting a process that cannot be faked, the only option is to be a fly on the wall and not get in the way. Martin and his team are constantly moving, back and forth from the work bench to the furnace, over and over. For this shoot I wanted to use strobes to light the scene in a way that wouldn’t draw attention to the light itself. Rather as more of a subtle enhancement. So the hard part was finding those places within the studio that the strobes and light stands wouldn’t impede his flow. Which was difficult at times, but he graciously told me when they needed to be moved and everything worked out just fine in the end. To be honest, there were times when I just wanted to sit back and watch. Looking at Gerdin’s work on his website or Instagram is impressive, but to see a final piece come to life before your eyes, is something else altogether.

**If you think creating glass trout for a living is all glamour, think again. It’s well over a hundred degrees in Martin’s studio when the furnace is running.

Where My Work Intersects with His

Martin Gerdin doesn’t create custom glass trout for fly fishing collectors by accident. It started out of his rabid obsession with the sport itself. The assignment to photograph Martin at work also didn’t happen by accident. As a photographer, it’s very important to me that the people and stories I work on, are ones I truly care about and have an interest in. So I pitched the idea to a magazine because I was a fan of his work and am also violently obsessed with fly fishing, which has led to a somewhat unhealthy amount of time on the river with both a fly rod and a camera. Like Martin, it’s my happy place.

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Martin Gerdin - Glass Fish Artist

Fine art glass fish artist Martin Gerdin at work in his studio in Crawford, Colorado

Glass fish art

Fly fishing artist at work

Hand blown glass shark

Photograph of an arist creating a hand blown glass shark

Hand blown glass brown trout art

Photograph of glass trout being made

A glass blown brown trout going into the furnace

The Spanish Ranch - Nevada

Historic Cowboy Photography at the Spanish Ranch in Nevada

Documenting a Legendary Nevada Cattle Operation

Northern Nevada is home to some of the most historic cattle ranches in the country. North of I-80, the landscape becomes a patchwork of sagebrush and working land, a region shaped by generations of ranchers. I recently had the chance to photograph life on the Spanish Ranch in Tuscarora, Nevada, part of the legendary Ellison Ranching Company, which has been operating there since 1910. But the history of this land goes back even further. Buckaroos were running cattle here long before the Ellisons arrived, and luckily, many of the old traditions are still alive there today. You see it in the way the cowboys move through their day, in the gear on their horses, and in the quiet pride they carry.

Why Nevada’s Buckaroo Country Feels Different

Every ranch has something unique, but I’ll admit I’m especially drawn to those in Nevada. The Sagebrush Sea has its own kind of pull; wide open, endless, and meditative. The buckaroo style itself, the horsemanship, the gear, the rhythm of the work all feels timeless and intentional. Even just driving onto the ranch, you know you’re entering a special place.

When I visited, it was branding season, and the cowboys were camped in teepees out in the desert, hours from the nearest town. Each night, I’d fall asleep staring out at the fading light on the horizon, just the wind, the birds, and the slow color shift of the sagebrush. No noise. No phones. No traffic. It’s the kind of peace you can’t buy or download.

Mornings started early with breakfast at 4:30 a.m., and then the day unfolds just the same way it has for ages, horseback across giant swaths of pristine country. Watching these cowboys work in such a remote, beautiful place is something I’ll never take for granted.

Photographing the Spirit of the American West

Photographing working cowboys on historic ranches like the Spanish Ranch isn’t just about documenting a job, it’s about capturing a way of life that’s still deeply rooted in purpose, patience, and hard work. Every trip out to a ranch like this reminds me why I do what I do. It’s always hard to leave after spending time with great people that deserve so much respect, knowing the road home means traffic, screens, and emails stacked up like fence posts. But I carry the stillness of these places with me and I try to pass that along through the photographs.

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A roper at work on the Spanish Ranch—timing, balance, and decades of horsemanship distilled into a single loop of the rope.

Horses kicking up dust in a corral at The Spanish Ranch in Nevada

Riding through open range

Buckaroos dragging calves to the branding fire

Sunset on the Spanish Ranch

Branding morning on the Spanish Ranch: heat, dust, smoke, and the kind of teamwork that defines ranch life in Nevada’s high desert.

Pack of horses in a cloud of dust

Cowboys push a herd across the wide Nevada desert at the Spanish Ranch—one of the oldest and most storied cattle outfits in the Great Basin.

A fleeting moment from horseback on the Spanish Ranch—motion, dust, and the worn-in leather that speaks to a life spent working cattle.

Roping calves on a working cattle ranch in the American West

Nick Donker

The Spanish Ranch - Tuscarora, NV

Buckaroo getting into his teepee

Dust hangs in the air as a cowboy braces at the branding grounds, surrounded by the grit and rhythm of a long ranching tradition.

Cow Camp at The Spanish Ranch in Nevada

Morning light hits the branding grounds at the Spanish Ranch as cowboys and horses move in tight coordination, each role essential in the workflow of a big outfit.

Makayla Fulfer - Cowgirl

Group photo of cowboys on the Spanish Ranch

Early morning bronc ride

Cody Braucher - Cow Boss - Spanish Ranch

Cowboys working cattle on a ranch in Nevada

Western Saddle Maker

Western Saddle Maker

Inside a Working Saddle Shop

Western saddle shops are becoming harder to find, but they remain an essential part of Western culture. This post documents time spent inside the shop of master saddle maker Doug Cox and tells a story of the lifetime he’s spent creating one of a kind pieces of functional art for cowboys and collectors all over the world.

Doug Cox working at the bench inside his saddle shop, where most days are spent cutting and shaping leather by hand.

Doug Cox and the Craft of Custom Saddle Making

“If I created a really, really goddamn nice saddle, and some cowboy—or buckaroo or vaquero—rode that son of a bitch, but took care of it; if he burned the damn edge of the cantle binding off from draggin’ calves, or burnt the fork cover down with a groove where his rope ran, and he wore the flowers down to nothing, that’s a success. It ain’t the son of a bitch in mint condition that’s hanging in a barn somewhere.” That quote from Doug Cox might give you an insight to his personality, but there’s a lot more to know about the obsessed saddle maker from Grangeville, Idaho that’s still feverishly working toward better saddles 50+ years later. His stoic demeanor and unfiltered vocabulary might offer a rough first impression, but he’s sharp as a whip and two steps ahead of everyone. Despite being a world class artist, he retains no ego, is quick to laugh, and only answers your questions with honest thoughts. The kind of guy you never once doubt when he starts a sentence with “Fact is…..”. 

Born in 1950, Doug’s earliest memories formed on the steer ranch his family lived and labored on for 17 years before renting their own. “When you were old enough to work, they worked your ass off”, Doug recalls. For him that was age 7, and a typical day started in the morning, milking cows and feeding saddle horses. In the winter they fed 2,000 head of steer with grain around noon and again with hay at night. Then it was back to milking cows, feeding saddle horses, fixing equipment, supper, sleep, repeat - a typical routine for everyone Doug knew, so he never thought to complain. At 8 or 9 he was put on a horse to start moving cows around, at which point, “you passed the dogs in rank”, he joked. In high school Cox found a job nearby working for a man who raised registered quarter horses, because he didn’t get paid at home, just fed. Other jobs followed; day working for a slew of ranches in the area. He also started stamping leather belts for beer money. The first one came out of shop class. “I backed the teacher up. He couldn’t imagine anybody in high school could do something like that.” Still, all of Doug’s long waking hours were spent horseback in big country where he met a lot of “shittin’ saddle makers”, until moving south in 69’ for an Ag college in Sheridan, Wyoming that had two sports - basketball and rodeo! So began his career riding broncs and showing reining cow horses and cutting horses. More importantly though, he was hanging out at King’s Saddlery after school - drinking coffee, shootin’ the shit, and becoming a recipient of the trickle down effect. Shortly after, the fascination with school vanished, and he was once again enjoying life as a drifting cowboy. 

A drawer of hand tools collected over decades, each one tied to a specific task and way of working.

Close detail of leather being shaped by hand, a process that relies more on feel and experience than measurement.

Towards the end of 1970 his number was picked for the military where he spent 4 years as a corpsman on an Orthopedic Ward. There he received forced knowledge of anatomy and physiology. Being up close and personal with broken people day in and day out taught him about “human construction”, as he calls it. More specifically it cued his one track mind into a would be blueprint for the opposite of a shittin’ saddle. 

After the service, he wound up back in Idaho working in the logging industry, running a Cat and riding broncs on the weekend. That fall, his crew got snowed out and told to sign up for their “rocking chair money”. Never one to welcome idle time, he got the leather bug and decided to get serious, combing Burton’s Leather Craft catalogue and “ordered me a shit ton of tools”. First up were belts and women's handbags which didn’t exactly quench his thirst. Then out of nowhere, he received a call from an old rodeo friend wanting the interior of his Cadillac El Dorado stamped. His first real job! The arm rests and doors were barely finished before the owner got drunk one night and wrapped it around a telephone pole. So his big money job went out with a hangover, but business still progressed and people took notice. In 76’ the legendary saddle maker Ray Holes offered him an apprentice job, as it seemed Cox’s particular knowledge and talent was taking away customers. An incredible opportunity for Doug to learn the business from the ground up! His days were now spent repairing equipment and crafting leather into pouches for vice grip pliers, chaps, and axe scabbards that got sent all around the world. “There was no scrap. We used everything till there wasn’t any left, and turned it into money” says Cox. $2.85/hour sat just fine with him because the real payment was education, and the promise of a position building saddles after 5 years. 

He became a sponge. “You’d go home and try to do everything they did as good as they did. Some things you pick up pretty rapid, and some things I’m still working on today. Nothing is a done deal. Every day is brand new.” Aside from Holes himself, Bob Kelly was Doug’s biggest mentor up to that point. 3 years after Cox signed on at Holes’, Kelly, who built 1,326 saddles in that shop, retired. So Cox was thrown into the job simply because there wasn’t anyone else. He was forced to figure everything out on the fly. “I asked Ray Holes, what happens when you cut out a seat and stamp it, and it stretches, and you can’t get it to go?” Holes bluntly replied “you cry a lot”. By April of 81’ Cox had an Ivy League Degree in making saddles and successfully co-authored 210 riding saddles as well as 360 pack saddles.

Doug Cox works alone in his shop, surrounded by the tools and materials that shape each saddle from start to finish.

Close detail of floral leather carving, where small variations in pressure and line give each saddle its own character.

Next chapter: Montana - 3 Forks Saddlery. There, letters started coming in complimenting Cox on his seats, and the reality of his seeing his own name on the marquee began to materialize. He left 3 Forks before too long and did some ranch work for a guy in Madison Valley to earn rent money, but made it clear from day 1 that building saddles was the priority. Next came an opportunity to sell those saddles at a Western store on the four corners in Bozeman. And not much later, with 200 saddles to his sole credit, he moved into an old vet clinic building and things went gang busters. “You’re always wondering if you’re gonna starve to death when things go to shit. So I was surprised when the business kept coming”, says Cox. The Montana winter of 97’ didn’t quit. Or as he puts it, “the one that soured my ass”. That October he helped a friend sort replacement heifers and ween and ship calves. “There was 2 feet of snow and it was 21 below zero. On May 15th we still had all that snow in the yard with a whole lot more on top of it. I had enough”, Doug recalls with tangible disdain. In December of 2000 he and his wife Deb, closed on a house in Gardnerville, Nevada, where you’ll still find him today. They did all the moving themselves. Tools, leather, 10 horses, and every barn/house furnishing you can imagine. 14 hours each way. Over and over and over. That put him 3.5 years behind on orders with people calling wanting to know where their saddles were. He just kept plugging along and tinkering with better designs. Cox got very intense over the structure of his seats, asking tree makers to institute changes that would allow for necessary improvements. 911 struck a massive blow to the world, launching a political and economic roller coaster directly impacting his business. Amongst the obvious wreckage, big outfits were getting scooped up by mining companies, and kids didn’t want to cowboy anymore. Fewer cowboys equals less demand for saddles. In classic Cox fashion, he took the ride but didn’t spend too much time worrying. Instead, focusing on getting better, and really, that’s been his psychology all along. He knows the grandest peaks are always followed by a valley no matter who you are, and the only answer is to keep putting out exceptional products. “I ponder a lot of shit and wonder why the hell am I doing what I’m doing? And then you start to think back about how everything that you did taught you what you’re doing now, and that gives you the path to continue”. 

The full time saddle maker/part time philosopher has damn sure earned his loyal and diverse clientele. Everyone from the working cowboy to folks in Texas who never bother to ask the price of a custom Full Flower. His saddles have been shipped to countries like Dubai, Mongolia, Australia, and Canada, “but probably not all 50 states.” Advertising has never been a priority for Cox, trusting that his faultlessly functioning art will lead to word of mouth referrals. There’s one family in Montana that’s bought close to 20 of his saddles over the years, so imagine the conversations they’ve had with neighbors. He believes in taking care of people and appreciates unwavering loyalty. So if you’re buying a custom Cox, then chances are your package will arrive with a little something extra. That might be added stamping, a breast collar, or whatever else he feels like throwing in. After all his years in business you could count on a few fingers the number of clients he’s had trouble with, but they didn’t know what they wanted to begin with. One such customer who couldn’t tell a mare from a mule had the nerve to complain after receiving his custom Cox. So Doug spent months ripping it apart and building it back to the new abhorrent specifications. “Right before I was about to disconnect the phone in Montana, that son of a bitch called wanting to order another saddle”, he recounts with a chuckle. 

At 75 Doug is still pushing his art. After long days wrestling with leather he sits on the couch under a Bison mount, with sketchpad and pencil in a relentless attempt to crack the code on a perfect wild rose to elevate the stamping on his next saddle. When asked why, he stops, stares off for a while in contemplation, then says “it’s just my nature”. Cox wants to feel good about every final product leaving his door because he won’t sleep at night knowing you aren’t 100% satisfied, but that’s not the whole story. In the most humble way possible, with money and fame aside, he yearns to be the best. Your baseline Doug Cox saddle goes for about $4,500, and he’s happy to make that for anyone who asks, but the unconventional creator in him requires ambitious challenges. Doug has been inspired by so many of his predecessors and contemporaries over the years; Ray Holes, Jerry Holes, Billy Gardner, Don King, Merve Ringelo, and Al Stoleman to name a few. According to Doug, “Hamley’s put the best seats in saddles that ever was, but they never made anything fancy”. Visalia on the other hand, is top of the heap in his eyes because of their combination of functionality and stunning aesthetics. Visalia stopped making saddles in the 60’s, yet he still sees them on a pedestal as daily inspiration. “When you saw something you liked, you were a coyote. You just kept chasing it till you got it”, he says. That’s why he decided to make a Visalia style saddle that took up 3 years of his life. Mounting silver to the horn, gullet front, and swell caps alone took he and Ron Meuws (silversmith) three 18 hour days. Nobody asked him to build a $165,000 saddle full of silver and rose gold (currently for sale). It was purely an itch that demanded scratching. Doug genuinely cares about the art he puts into the world, regardless of whether it gets purchased or not. His cumulative life experience in and out of the saddle fuels an insatiable desire to create the perfect saddle. Of course this is a futile effort, but Cox will be the first to tell you that “insanity is cheap”. And as Bob Kelly once told him, “the day you make the perfect saddle, you’re dead”. On the other hand, if a guy like Doug doesn’t have something to shoot for, he’s as good as dead. 

A well-worn leather sewing machine continues to play a role in the daily rhythm of the saddle shop.

I pulled into Doug’s house one day as another pickup drove off in a huff. Turns out that person had come to offer $50,000 for one of his bridal horses, which he promptly turned down. Why? “Oooohh…….I think a lot more of my horses than that” he said sentimentally. Driving by you’d never know what happens in the nondescript building that turns out world class leather products, and that’s the way he likes it. Interruptions are undesirable at best. The work is all that matters. If you’re lucky enough to get in, seeing the artist at play is something to behold. He’s the only one there, but you never think twice about who the owner might be. It’s Doug’s place and they have a relationship. One complimenting the other, almost symbiotically. It’s the Western version of a one man barbershop that’s organically and unknowingly grown over time. In winter months, the wood stove holds a perpetual fire that warms the walls adorned with hunting trophies, Charlie Russell prints, photos of saddles, memorable bronc rides, head stalls, breast collars, hundreds of hand tools, and a beautiful set of long horns. Piles of the finest leather here, there, and everywhere. Archaic leather equipment foreign to anyone outside his industry. Scattered saddles in various stages of completion - some made for fun, for customers, and others just to look at. The only soundtrack is a crackling fire, his grazing horses, and whatever Mother Nature decides to muster up that day. He’s locked in to the work with no need for entertainment. His eyes never divert from the leather when reaching for tools and you get the feeling he could maneuver through the impeccably cluttered shop blindfolded and never miss a beat. If you poke around too long you’re sure to stumble on a few revolvers and Winchester repeaters, loaded of course. His shop is exactly what you’d expect of someone that has spent a life in leather. As usual, Doug is currently back ordered on saddles for clients new and old, near and far. He’s in a good place - people still want a Doug Cox saddle. He jokingly baulks with frustration about being busy, knowing full well that’s all he wants. Then goes on about a new saddle he’s cooking up. A Mother Hubbard,which was a popular style in the 1860’s, but people don’t think about them much anymore. They are absolutely hellacious to build, even for a veteran with 923 saddles to his mark. “So, why”?, I asked. Again, he looks off for a while, then says with a grin, “just because”. 

Keeping the Craft in View

This work is part of a broader effort to photograph Western makers, artists, and working traditions, including ML Leddy’s - makers of handmade cowboy boots since the 1920’s.

Leather is carved by hand at the bench, guided by experience rather than pattern alone.

Doug Cox stands inside his workshop, surrounded by the tools and materials that have defined his working life.

Related Photographs from the American West

If you’re someone who appreciates the heritage of the West — whether you’ve ridden the range or just admire it from afar — I invite you to take a look at my collection of cowboy photographs and prints. These are real working ranches, real cowboys, and real moments, captured with the same authenticity Doug brings to every saddle he makes.

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A custom saddle in progress rests on the stand, showing the hand-tooled leather that defines Doug Cox’s work.

Rows of hand tools line the walls of the shop, each shaped by years of use and familiarity.

A silver-mounted saddle combines engraved metalwork with deeply tooled leather, reflecting a long tradition of Western craftsmanship.

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Leadville, Colorado Wall Art

Photographs of The Two Mile High City

Sitting at 10,151 ft above sea level, Leadville is one of Colorado’s more unique towns, and that’s saying a lot for a state with such incredible mountain culture. Not a big place but it’s still racked up a number of nicknames over the years: The Two Mile High City, Oro City, Cloud City, and Slab Town. That alone provides a great hint into Leadville’s rich mining history that began in 1859 during the Pike’s Peak Gold Rush, and that hunt for gold, silver, and lead continued for 130 years. Visiting the small town today, you can still feel what Leadville once was, and that’s a lot of the draw. Only 2 hours from Denver, but it feels a world away, with unprecendented views of the surrounding mountains and no crowds. The architecture is gorgeous and well preserved in a lot of cases like the Delaware Hotel which first opened in 1886. Of course the local jewel is the Silver Dollar Saloon. You’d be hard pressed to find another like it anywhere in the country. Inside you can feel the years (established 1879), and that feeling only gets better once you learn more about it’s history with noted regulars like Doc Holiday! The most surprising part of Leadville is the fact that it has delicious food! I’d recommend checking out The Silver Llama Market and Eatery for breakfast and Treeline Kitchen for dinner. They are conveniently located right next to each other and Treeline has a great rooftop patio that’s open in the warmer months. Mineral 1886 also has good food for lunch and dinner.

Historic Buildings and Local Flavor

Walking through the neighborhoods is always fun because you’ll get a feel for daily life, and Leadville has some colorful houses that are intricately shingled. If you are looking for more of a workout, the Mineral Belt Trail (12 miles) can provide year round recreation with top notch views of the mountains and will take you up close to some of the old mining claims. Walking, running, and biking in the summer. Fat biking and cross country skiing in the winter. There is a nordic center just outside of Tennessee Pass and endless access to backcountry skiing/snowboarding from all routes in/out of town. And If there’s any reason this little hideaway would sound familiar, that’s because it’s home to one of the hardest mountain bike races in the country - The Leadville 100! That and Melanzana, which is supposedly on a year waitlist for hooded sweatshirts. Perhaps the most redeeming quality about their main drag though, is you won’t see a single chain restaurant or business. They are all locally owned and there is no mistaking that fact! Leadville is a gem of a place that you hope will retain it’s small town charm for decades to come. If you’re looking for a fun getaway with resort crowds, check out Leadville for a couple nights.

Get Your Leadville Print

If you’d like to have a little piece of Leadville to remember your trip and brighten your walls with Colorado culture, contact me directly about photography prints and custom framing options for your home, office, or commercials space. These photographs are also available for editorial and commercial licensing.

Leadville, Colorado Wall Art

The Golden Burro Cafe - Leadville

Black and white photograph of the Silver Dollar Saloon in Leadville, CO

Photograph of the bar inside the Silver Dollar Saloon

Leadville, CO

Manhattan Bar - Leadville, CO

High Mountain Pies - Leadville, CO

Colorful house in Leadville, CO

Leadville Saloon

Tile floor in the Leadville Saloon

Pool table and taxidermy inside the Silver Dollar Saloon - Leadville, CO

Beer - Leadville, CO

Photographing Western Apparel in Action

WESTERN LIFESTYLE PHOTOGRAPHER

For more than six years I’ve been photographing real ranch life across the American West. What began as a personal curiosity about cowboy culture slowly turned into a long-term body of work documenting working cowboys, historic ranches, and the landscapes that shape life in cattle country.

Much of the photography labeled “Western lifestyle” today is staged or heavily stylized. My approach has always been different. The goal is simply to spend time on real ranches and photograph what naturally unfolds — long days horseback, early morning gathers, branding fires, and the quiet moments that happen between the work.

Those moments are where the real story of the American West lives.

Photographing Western Lifestyle and Ranch Culture

The culture surrounding ranch life runs deep. On most of the ranches where these photographs were made, traditions have been passed down through generations — how to work cattle, how to read the land, how to handle a horse.

When you spend enough time around ranches, you realize that the cowboy is not a character from a movie. He’s a working professional responsible for managing cattle, horses, land, and weather, often in some of the harshest environments in the country.

As a western lifestyle photographer, the goal is to photograph that reality honestly. There’s no need to manufacture moments when the work itself already contains so much character.

Some days the photographs happen during big events like branding or shipping cattle. Other days they happen quietly while riders move cattle across miles of open country under changing skies.

Working Cowboys of the American West

Much of this work is part of an ongoing project documenting the lives of working cowboys across the American West. Over the years I’ve been fortunate to spend time on several historic ranches where these traditions are still very much alive.

The photographs include moments from ranches such as the OW Ranch in Montana, the legendary 6666 Ranch in Texas, and buckaroo culture in Nevada.

Each place has its own history and rhythm, but the common thread is the same — a deep respect for the land, the animals, and the responsibility that comes with raising cattle.

Photographing these environments requires patience and trust. The best images usually come after spending enough time around the work that people forget the camera is there.

Western Lifestyle Photography for Brands and Publications

Authentic Western imagery has become increasingly important for brands and publications looking to tell real stories about the American West. Companies connected to ranching, agriculture, outdoor gear, and Western culture often need photography that reflects the real environments where their products and stories exist.

Because much of my work takes place on active ranches, the photography naturally reflects the landscape and culture of these places. That authenticity is often what brands and editors are looking for when they search for a western lifestyle photographer.

Rather than recreating Western imagery in controlled environments, the photographs are made where the work actually happens — in the saddle, in the dust, and under the same light that cowboys have worked in for generations.

A Long-Term Documentary Project

What started as a simple interest in cowboy culture has slowly grown into a larger documentary project focused on the traditions of ranching across the American West.

Over time the archive has expanded to include thousands of photographs capturing ranch work, cowboy life, and the landscapes that define cattle country. The project continues to evolve as new ranches, new people, and new stories become part of the work.

You can explore more photographs from this ongoing project here:

Working Cowboys of the American West

Cowboy roping a calf on the Silver Spur Ranch in Colorado.

Portrait of a working cowboy on a Colorado cattle ranch.

Tagging calves during spring cattle work.

Riding through thick country looking for cattle.

Carrying a newborn calf during calving season.

Portrait of a cowboy in working gear.

The harder side of ranch life.

Cattle walking in the early morning fog.

Searching thick country for cattle.

Black and white cowboy photograph

Bottle feeding a baby calf

Counting ear tags during cattle work.

Colorado cowboy riding his horse through thick country

Photographs of Cohoes, New York

Cohoes, New York Street Photography

I grew up in the Capital Region, so places like Cohoes have never felt exotic to me. They were just there — part of the background of everyday life. You drove through them. You crossed the river. You passed the mills and brick buildings without thinking much about it. It’s only later, after leaving and coming back, that you realize how much character was hiding in plain sight.

These photographs were made while walking the streets of Cohoes with that perspective in mind — not as a visitor, but as someone familiar with the rhythm of these towns. The work looks at architecture, streets, and surfaces the way they actually exist, without trying to dress them up or turn them into something they’re not.

Street Photography Without the Obvious Moments

When people think of street photography, they often imagine crowds or dramatic interactions. That’s never really been what draws me to places like Cohoes. Here, the streets are quieter. The interest comes from buildings, sidewalks, old industrial remnants, and the way light moves across structures that have been standing for generations.

In that sense, this is street photography rooted more in observation than action. Many of the images are absent of people altogether, letting the town speak through its architecture and physical presence. The results feel more honest to how Cohoes actually exists day to day.

Growing Up Around These Streets

If you grew up anywhere near Albany, Troy, or the surrounding river towns, Cohoes probably feels familiar even if you’ve never spent much time there. The brick mills. The modest houses. The industrial bones that once supported entire communities. These places were built to work, not to impress.

That shared history runs throughout the Capital Region. Towns like Cohoes, Troy, and parts of Albany all carry similar visual DNA — shaped by industry, proximity to the Hudson and Mohawk Rivers, and a kind of quiet resilience that doesn’t announce itself. Photographing Cohoes feels less like documenting a single town and more like documenting a piece of a much larger regional story.

Architecture, Texture, and Time

What interests me most in Cohoes is how time shows itself. Paint peels. Brick softens. Windows reflect newer structures nearby. There’s a layering that happens naturally when places are allowed to age instead of being erased.

Walking these streets with a camera feels less about finding moments and more about paying attention. The photographs come from slowing down and noticing how light hits a wall, how a street curves past an old building, or how a neighborhood quietly carries its past forward.

Part of a Larger Capital Region Project

This post focuses on Cohoes, but it’s part of a broader effort to photograph the Capital Region with the same restraint and familiarity. These towns don’t need to be explained or romanticized — they just need to be looked at carefully.

Seen together, photographs from Cohoes, Troy, and Albany begin to form a more complete picture of this part of New York: interconnected, working-class, architectural, and often overlooked.

Explore More from the Capital Region

If you’re interested in how this work extends beyond Cohoes, you can explore related posts from nearby cities:

• Troy, New York Street Photography

• Albany, New York Street Photography
  

  Together, these posts offer a quieter, more personal look at the Capital Region — photographed not as a destination, but as a place lived in and returned to.

Old homes in Cohoes, New York

Danielle’s House of Hair - Cohoes, New York

Cohoes, New York Photography

Train track running by St. John’s Church in Cohoes, New York

Photograph of the business’ on Remsen St. in Cohoes, New York

Flower shop - Cohoes, New York

Antique shop in Cohoes, NY

Cohoes Armory

Old church in Cohoes, NY

Cohoes, NY architecture

Cohoes, New York Photography