Brian Eckert

Fresh tracks through the mountain snow left by backcountry skiers on a February morning as they make their way to the descent point

The night sky was a forgotten piece of himself, rediscovered. His blue sky self, his night sky self. He had seen so much, he had seen so little.

Arguably the only thing that differentiated one modern man from another was his own distinct brand of unhappiness.

Brian Eckert prepares to die with a collared shirt on, coffee in hand.