A thief of the imagination, TB takes the photographs that we have in our heads. He came to NYC from St. Louis, a teenage East Village Tom Sawyer with a movie already lived that he made up in his head and began capturing his adopted city in timeless black and white. Lately he’s hit the road, traveling from Tuscaloosa to the Tetons and back with a song and a heart that aches for the lost stories of the continent as his guide. Each of his photos tells a story and is a timeless moment that needs no narrative. He exalts his subjects, lifts them into the mythos of the colossus American epic like his fore-bearers Frank, Weegee and Evans. He also talks a good game and knows a lot about baseball, and he’s not a liar, which might not mean much to a lot of people these days but means a lot to me.