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I'm Corey. I'm an amateur, self-taught photographer. I took all of these pictures, including the two good ones. I've been lucky enough to wander a decent chunk of the planet with camera in hand touring as a crew member with a band. This blog covers those travels and whatever else I can find an excuse to squeeze down through my lens. Thanks for looking.


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butisitartphoto: Skulls of Paris I left a full-time job in order to do this tour, which, of course, was sadly temporary. I was taking a leap in hopes that it would help me land closer to what I wanted to be doing in life. I finished my last day at work and got on the plane to the next morning. I had it timed so that before the tour started I had one day off to explore Paris. The airline got me there 15 hours late, after delays, putting me in the wrong country, and then busing me into Paris. I lost my one day in Paris. After getting to my hotel at 1am, I squeezed whatever I could out of the streets, having a baguette, a crepe, witnessing the last firework of National France Day, and walking around the Seine. I got up as early as possible and raced through Notre Dame and the catacombs before I had to meet the band at the venue for the first show at noon. The catacombs were breathtaking and not even good photos, which I certainly did not take, could capture the experience of being surrounded by massive corridors of bone. I felt like I understood Maldoror and Baudelaire a good 5% more after having been there.

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Skulls of Paris

I left a full-time job in order to do this tour, which, of course, was sadly temporary. I was taking a leap in hopes that it would help me land closer to what I wanted to be doing in life. I finished my last day at work and got on the plane to the next morning.

I had it timed so that before the tour started I had one day off to explore Paris. The airline got me there 15 hours late, after delays, putting me in the wrong country, and then busing me into Paris. I lost my one day in Paris.

After getting to my hotel at 1am, I squeezed whatever I could out of the streets, having a baguette, a crepe, witnessing the last firework of National France Day, and walking around the Seine. I got up as early as possible and raced through Notre Dame and the catacombs before I had to meet the band at the venue for the first show at noon.

The catacombs were breathtaking and not even good photos, which I certainly did not take, could capture the experience of being surrounded by massive corridors of bone. I felt like I understood Maldoror and Baudelaire a good 5% more after having been there.



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