1. I have archived much of my life through collected objects.
2. I have moved a smaller studio, making it necessary that I get rid of a lot of these objects.
3. I have done so by using them as the raw material for one enormous collage, created inside a 30-yard dumpster.
4. Oh, also, I have photographed around 500 of these objects and will display them here, accompanied by a brief history of each item.


4.3 in diameter x 0.3 cm
Sorry, this is a long one. 
In 1998, I traveled across this country by car. I traveled with Daryl, and it took us about a month. We gave structure to our venture by investigating men and women who risk their lives for a living: coal miners in West Virginia; oil rig workers in Louisiana; loggers in Washington State. Daryl wrote, I took pictures. 
We rolled into Hoquiam and Aberdeen in Washington, sister towns hosting a Loggers Play-Day, an event that featured competitions based on logging skills. It took place in the local highschool stadium, capacity around 1000. Somehow, we worked our way onto the field, and I found myself able to photograph whatever I wanted. Everyone was quite gracious. 
There was an axe toss competition, a log chopping competition, stuff like that. It was pretty badass. Also, though, kind of weird, cause here were all these skilled men exhibiting their abilities, embarking in good-natured competition; yet the framework for the whole event was based on a vocation in peril, a casualty of the decimated American logging industry.
A 'Powder Monkey' is one of the badass motherfuckers who sets explosives a hundred feet up a tree to fell it from the halfway point down.

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