I feel like I’ve been in Asheville forever (in a good way, I promise!) but it’s only been two weeks. This small mountain town is filled with strange people of all stripes and spots, and is home to one of the best anarchist-run cafes in the country, Firestorm.
These photos are of a punk family I’m friends with, lots of photos of their kid who is ridiculously cute (and whom I’ve been photographing about once a year now). Also some funny macro photos of ants crawling on peony buds, plus nighttime shots of the riverside district, plus the abandoned ice house.