Where Heath and Fern-leaves Cover

Nostalgia sets in as I sort through a few belongings of my grandparents since passed. They'd spent decades in this place. It's as thought they're here... but they aren't. It is a surreal place. It is a lonely place. Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover  Over the mountains, on that northern shore,  Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover  That noble heart for ever, ever more...   [Emily Jane Brontë]

Rest in peace.


  1. Hey Ryan

    Really love the texture of the shots. They make me want to reach out and feel what is really there.

    Are you shooting primarily film now or still a bit of both? Were these film/digital? :)

  2. Laney, hey. I shoot a combination of film and digital. Just depends on the situation :)