Mid February in Fremont, Nebraska. A place that has ghosts. If you believe in that sort of thing, anyway.
This group of photos is for Mark Lanegan, who passed away as I was working on these images. Fremont looks like his voice sounds. A baritone that is full of years. Many of them hard. Yet there’s a triumph in his darkest lyrics and melodies that will haunt me forever in the best of ways. Here’s to you, Mr. Lanegan. “Here I have seen the light.” Indeed.