Joey Phoenix Media
Photographer • Videographer


Salem, MA Portrait and Event Photographer
In the Land of Kokopelli Part 2

“The desert could not be claimed or owned–it was a piece of cloth carried by winds, never held down by stones, and given a hundred shifting names... Its caravans, those strange rambling feasts and cultures, left nothing behind, not an ember. All of us, even those with European homes and children in the distance, wished to remove the clothing of our countries. It was a place of faith. We disappeared into landscape.” - Michael Ondaatje

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When Seeds Become Trees

5 years ago and some change I was extremely unhappy and lonely, and stuck in the middle of a master's program that I hated. (I eventually finished that program, because I'm stubborn...)

But 2012 hit me like a supernova when I realized that I didn't have to follow any standard path. I decided that I would work for myself (thank you Kevin Danielsen for that chat which changed my future), seek out people who were full of life, and ultimately throw off the spindly cobwebs that were the whole of my yesterdays.

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In the Land of Kokopelli: A Journey to Northern Arizona (Part 1)

"Is he friendly?" I ask of the woman sitting at the picnic table adjacent to mine. She is handing a sandwich to her son with one hand, and holding the leash of a fidgety golden retriever with the other. The dog immediately starts barking at a passerby, a male wearing a bright green running shirt. 

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A Great Fear of Shallow Living

Most people have an idea about how mermaids should be. They've been informed by Disney on this fact. Mermaids ought to be sweet and love sparkly things. Mermaids are kind and will give up their voices and change one of the most important aspects about themselves to woo the sailor they love. 

I think not. 

In truth, merfolk are a bit more complicated, and a lot more vicious. 

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Sriracha Donuts on the Peninsula ~ 2 Days in Charleston, SC

It had been 6 years since I walked the uneven streets of Charleston, SC. For a summer I had called this peninsula my home, and ever since I’ve looked for reasons to return – but the timing wasn’t right until now.

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By Anvil and Spark: Hephaestus, God of the Forge

I've known Brett Kelley since 2013 when we met at RAW arts Boston showcase. The show itself was pretty much an utter fiasco, as was the organization, and the both of us joke that the best thing to come out of that nonsense was our meeting. Despite everything, it was totally worth it.

Brett is one of the best humans on this planet.

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Chasing Black Squirrels All the Way to Ohio (Part 2)

I awoke slightly after dawn to humans downstairs, probably human neighbors, possibly neanderthals, screaming ALASKA! ALASKA! as if they were Vitus Jonassen Bering and his team of Siberians.

**I would later find out that Adam had an Alaskan license plate, that this happens to him a lot, and that the overenthusiastic neighbors thought we were all from the northwest extremities. Now THAT would have been an epic drive...

I rolled over and peeked my nose out over the windowsill, and confirmed they were human. Then the cat leapt onto my back. I guess I was going to have to wake up.

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Chasing Black Squirrels All the Way to Ohio (Part 1)

I spent the first nine years of my life in the cornfields of mid-eastern and southern Illinois. The familiar sight of silos, cows, and freshly tilled fields continue to fill me with a type of aromatic nostalgia that makes me feel like I'm about to turn double digits. 

It's a strange sort of magic, and I find myself at least twice each year making the excuse to ride back to the midwest by plane or train.

This time, I traveled by car.

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