CRYTHENGRIND ON 909.

I felt stuck in Rialto. Stepping out I would see mountains stretching around my head, wrapping the city like the rim of a bowl. I would sit outside & wait for a flood to come & drown everything out… freeways, cars, planes, screaming, arguments, dogs, helicopters… I’ve had the opportunity to work with photographers from all over Southern California, & every time I meet someone genuinely talented & unique, I ask myself: Why does the culture assume talent can only come from big cities?