Blue Ridge

The rich get richer. The poor get floods.

Hurricane Helene

Take notes. It was Armageddon. I am still clawing out of it. Even as my neighbors are just beginning to deal with the trauma of losing everything. The tourists are pouring in. A steady stream of tourism – disaster porn – didn’t even flinch at another opportunity to see us…

Tim Barrus: NC and the Pollsters

Take notes. I lie to polls. This is Appalachia. From this perspective, this piece nails North Carolina. The new NC, and the old NC. It’s difficult to get folks around here to slide into politics. It begins with a shrug. Then, we tiptoe around: I thought Trump was gonna… You’all…

Tim Barrus: Book Art

Tim Barrus: The Great American Novel

Tim Barrus: The Great American Novel A Novel In A Novel

Today Is More Important Than The Past

I do this stuff for the suits. On a personal level, I’m just this anonymous guy – nothing special – on a dirt bike passing by shooting images on a GoPro. Of you. And you. And you. Kids want to know why “You’all don’t wear a helmet is the law…

Chichchen Itza

Chichen Itza Take Notes. The starlings have arrived from the moon. All they drink is Scotch. They go barefoot on the boat, and they take photographs of everything they see. They will be sitting in your backyard’s solitary oak. Starlings vote. But it’s the whisky that makes them so articulate.…

Still Hopeful

Tim Barrus Art Student

One Ugly Little Man

There is an emptiness in this man that cannot believe he even has to run for the position he desires. What about what we want. I failed as a writer, but not as a photographer. This photograph is tiresome. It’s overly pixilated. The photograph is juxtaposed against all the other…

We Call Him Christmas

Tim Barrus Art