Author Archives: J.S. Graboyes
Flannel shirts and hipster chic unite them both, but there’s a continent between them. TL;DR: Maine > Oregon.
New England’s last true honky-tonk seaside resort empties out after summer’s done. Photographs of a snowy November day at Old Orchard Beach, Maine.
Traveling again through an unforgettably beautiful land of clouds, mesas, chiles, and quiet.
The lasting effects of a particularly rough ride in a high-speed catamaran across the Gulf of Maine.
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Photographs of the colorful cottages of a medieval walled city in the Baltic Sea.
Traipsing through the medieval city of Visby during Sweden’s annual political convention reveals something about the soul of the country.
At a small-town Midwestern antique mall, faces from the past peer at you from every shelf.
I spent most of the first decade of my life in a relatively new development in a then-exurban part of Richmond, Virginia, called Midlothian. Midlothian as a community dates back a couple hundred years and was, for a long time, known for coal mining. If my elementary school teachers told the truth, it was the […]
The way I understand it, Key West, way back when – way back before the spring breakers and Girls Gone Wild, back before the pride parades, back before Jimmy Buffett and Margaritaville, back before the leather shops on Duval Street, back before the Conch Republic, back before Tennessee Williams, back even before Papa Hemingway and his […]
Last winter, I wandered into the United Colors of Benetton in Dupont Circle in its final days. I managed to snap a few photographs of the Terracotta Army of nude mannequins that stood guard in the back of the store.
As humans, we like to amass stuff. Personally, I’ve collected Pez dispensers, keychains, Troll dolls, and, as true child of the 90s, had a unfortunate collection of Beanie Babies. Since childhood, I’ve moved onto collections that take up no space: states, countries, even counties and state capitals for a brief period. But, thankfully, others have […]
In a fascinating series of articles over at The Foodie Bugle, food photographer Helen Grace Ventura Thompson describes how food photography has changed over the decades. In the 1950s, she writes, “the pictures looked as though they were taken from the top of a ladder, six or eight feet away.” Beginning in the 1960s, higher-end […]