I was born and raised in the desert of New Mexico, but spent every summer with my wild grandpa up in Seward, Alaska. My grandfather moved there ten years ago to kick an addiction. With my uncle's help, he built a house in the forests of Seward and has been making a living off his artwork ever since. Seward is the only port in Alaska that doesn't freeze over, so all the drugs that come into the State are brought in through the town. Which means Seward is a little mad – there are lots of run down army bunkers, a bunch of coked up mountain kids, a load of rough necks and everyone smokes pot. This summer I thought it'd be nice to document the grit of an Alaska tourist town, so I took my camera with me when I went up to visit. Most days I would get very stoned with my grandpa and uncle, and then just walk around and explore.
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