This morning, I wrote a draft for a proposal to do a new photo documentary project. The cover page has the title of the project, name of the potential subject, and then my name with credentials. Inside contains an outline…
Author: C. Jines
Internationally published social documentary photographer and author.
Sins yet to come
Why do you torment me where even in my sleep I find no relief? You pull on my soul like a phantom force. You drag me to places I want not to go. You tempt me to do things I…
Faceless city
Beneath the faceless city where the fallen angel’s roam, lurking in dank corners, nameless junkies learn to call the darkness home.
Black man, white man, dog man
The death of Gypsy has really focused me on my true work. Only you can leave your story. Nobody else can tell it. Once you’ve gone, you’re gone.
Far, far away…
Were you not loved as a child? Who withheld their tender touch from your newly born skin? Who scowled at your arrival? Were you not tossed into this abyss of madness we call mankind, naked, cold, and alone? Was I…
Addiction is
Addiction is seductive, cunning, cool, inviting, compromising, humble, always, forever, exhausting. I did not ask for the soul of a junkie. You condemn me for things I do not control.
No time for that
There is no time for that. Death is near. Get living!!!
The good wood…
I’ve been saving my good Cedar and Juniper for the coldest of winter’s days. Looks like we have arrived! Bust out the good wood!