Words and photos: Ricky Powell

I started taking pictures as an artful way to express myself alongside playin’ ball and bike messenging. I figured I could do photography forever. All I had to do was leave the house with my camera and the number of images to preserve would be infinite, just like the playlist on my trusty transistor radio / Jewish boombox. The following is a time capsule of the last quarter century according to me and my bummy laziness. It serves as a frozen-moment parfait of diverse flavors and ingredients. I hope you find it somewhat intriguing.