We’ve been showing our work in festivals for seven years now, and there’s one thing most photographers do not do:


We want to change that.

Last October we traveled west to the Dakotas. We were on the search for our own version of gold: something rare, something unique. Something that only one of you can possess.

Well, we nestled real deep into the prairie to rustle up a rare and truly one-of-a-kind night photograph. It took some work. There was some rain. Even a vehicular casualty. But we found our gold.

Dakota Roadtrip

what does that mean exactly?

It means we shot a seriously cool piece of history, and we created ONLY ONE print for sale.

$3500 1/1 – SOLD!

Spartan Mansion Trailer

the go west find gold package

Along with the 40” x 26” Sublimation* Print on Chromalux, we threw in: An Original Polaroid of the same subject-matter (taken in daylight) & a Short Story of our experience, both items include wood frame with acid-free archival mat. The package also included a certificate of authenticity and assurance this is, and will be, the only print created. Ever.

Spartan Polaroid Framed

the short story

It seemed like all odds were against us that late evening in October. Our beloved car, which gleefully carried us nearly 1,000 miles to this very destination, showed strong signs that its impending demise was rather imminent. Transmission something. Never good. It was also raining. Raining and cameras at night don’t often mix. But we didn’t drive all this way to come up empty-handed. Our gold was out there. So we milled around the dark old ghost town of Griffin, North Dakota, and waited patiently for the drizzle to pass.

Griffin probably hadn’t seen any significant action for the better part of 50 years. In fact, the town’s only residents included a motley crew of forgotten history: an old school house, one lone Milwaukee Road boxcar, dozens of supremely vintage vehicles, a windmill, and something else, something particularly unique. As we approached the western edge of the defunct make-shift town, we happened upon a serious tank of an aluminum travel trailer, a 1951 Spartan Royal Mansion. At 33 feet long and 2.5 tons, so gigantic, it made the Airstream look like an AMC Pacer. Its construction closely resembled a vintage aeroplane, while its internal furnishings—from what we could tell as we peered inside its windows—well, clearly all the comforts of a quaint mobile home straight out of the mid-century.

We found our gold. The rare one-of-a-kind photograph we would share with someone who would appreciate the artistry of this rare piece of history. Even despite barely a smudge of moonlight through the rainclouds, this rare precious metal still gleamed. With the help of a few minutes exposure, a bare flashlight to illuminate the outside, and bursts of yellow light through the windows, we brought the old girl back to life. We gave her a night off from all the other lonely ones, with the soft rumble of the highway in the distance, a country mile from the golden age of which she came.


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