Dante of Philadelphia


What’s poppin, people? It’s Dante. Currently going for a hike here in Fairmount Park, Philadelphia. Welcome to the woods. The pavilion is closed today, so no Treehouse symposium, but maybe that’s a good thing. When the world blocks a path, you take the side trail. And so I turned on the GoPro Mini, 1080p, 30fps SuperView, crispy and honest, just to talk through an idea that’s been on my mind for three years straight.
This is the story of why I transitioned from color to black and white photography, why it has changed me, and why this simple shift has brought more joy into my life than anything I’ve done in photography.
I think the simplest way to frame all of this is that change is happiness. When you evolve, when you transform, when you shake things up, you create friction. But through friction you grow. You break a layer. You move into a new version of yourself.
For seven years, I photographed exclusively in color. Then, somewhere around 2022, I hit a wall. A weird wall. The kind of wall where you realize you’re too good at something. Not in some grandiose sense, but in a very matter-of-fact, embodied way.
It became too easy to:
Good photographs became predictable. Travel somewhere new? Easy. Find a story? Easy. Compose something striking? Easy. And ease, over time, is death for an artist.
So I did what felt right.
I destroyed everything.
I gathered my Fujifilm cameras, went to B&H in New York City, sold them all, and walked out with two Ricoh GR cameras. That day in November 2022 marked the start of my transition.
I needed a constraint.
I needed a challenge.
I needed a clean slate.
Because to destroy is to create.
And sometimes the only way forward is to set fire to the old.
When I switched to black and white, something clicked into place.
Fōs meaning light.
Graphē meaning writing.
Photography is literally writing with light.
And in black and white, I feel like I’m returning to the root of that definition. The pure medium. The skeleton. The pulse. The photon. The shadow.
When I shoot monochrome, I’m not documenting the world as-is.
I’m creating instant sketches of light.
Brush strokes made out of highlights and shadowplay.
It’s not nostalgia.
It’s not mood.
It’s not “timelessness.”
It’s essence.
One thing that dragged me down in photography was the clunky process:
It was a digital swamp.
Switching to high-contrast black-and-white JPEGs baked in-camera saved me.
My Ricoh GR III shoots:
I cannot change it to color.
I cannot “fix” it later.
I cannot tweak it to death.
This is freedom.
It is the simplest workflow possible.
The fastest.
The most joyful.
And because it’s joyful, this process gives me longevity.
I can see myself shooting this way for the next 50 years.
When I removed the viewfinder, something strange and beautiful happened.
I stopped taking myself so seriously.
No more precision aiming through a rangefinder.
No more “perfect” compositions.
No more obsessing.
Shooting with the LCD lets me play:
Every day becomes day one again.
And returning to day one is exactly where an artist should live.
One of the most magical aspects of shooting monochrome with heavy contrast is this:
What you see isn’t what you get. What you get is what you didn’t see.
The camera reveals the invisible:
It feels like peering beyond the veil.
Like I’m collaborating with reality instead of controlling it.
This keeps me curious.
It keeps me surprised.
And surprise keeps me alive.
Color photographs say:
“This happened.”
Black and white photographs whisper:
“This is how I feel.”
This shift from documentation to interpretation is everything.
I’m no longer just putting four corners around life.
I’m allowing my internal world to bleed through the frame.
This is how I want to work.
This is how I want to see.
This is how I want to grow.
So these are my candid thoughts on why I switched to black and white photography.
It’s personal.
It’s intuitive.
It’s alive.
And honestly, I don’t see myself going back.
Black and white gives me:
I want to photograph until the day I die.
And this is the workflow that will carry me there.
More thoughts on photography coming soon.
Stay tuned.

A Complete Study Summary for Dante Sisofo
The Enneads is one of the most powerful spiritual–philosophical texts ever written, a mountain peak of late-antique thought. Compiled by Plotinus’s student Porphyry, the work gathers fifty-four treatises into six groups of nine (hence Enneads). What you get is not a neat, systematic textbook, but a living stream of mystical insight: a path from the embodied human experience to the highest reality, the One.
Below is a clear, deep, and structured summary you can study from — a guide to the metaphysics, psychology, ethics, and mystical ascent at the heart of Plotinus.
Plotinus builds the universe like a fountain:
a single overflowing source pours itself downward into many levels of existence.
The One is not “a thing.” It is the condition for any thing to exist. It is the ultimate goal of the soul.
If the One is the sun, Nous is the sunlight shaped into intelligible patterns.
Plotinus’s hierarchy is not a ladder we climb once. It’s the inner structure of our own being, always present.
For Plotinus, your truest self is not the psychological ego, but the part of you always touching Nous.
He calls this your higher soul.
Your job is not to “become divine” — Plotinus says you already are divine.
Your job is to turn inward and upward, remembering what you always were.
This is his version of anamnesis — spiritual recollection.
Plotinus sees ethics as purification.
The soul becomes like what it contemplates.
Plotinus had this experience several times in his life.
He describes it as “the flight of the alone to the Alone.”
The One does not “decide” to create the world.
Rather, the world overflows naturally from its perfection.
Like heat from fire.
For Plotinus, evil is not a thing.
It is the absence of form and good.
A shadow where divine light becomes faint.
Matter is not evil — but it is the darkest layer of existence.
Beauty is the shimmer of the divine inside the world.
If something is beautiful, it is because the Form of Beauty is shining through.
Plotinus treats beauty as a spiritual technology:
follow beauty upward to its source.
Plotinus’s central mantra could be:
“Do not look outside yourself; return within.”
Because your true self is already rooted in Nous, looking within is looking upward.
The higher something is, the more simple it becomes.
The One is utterly simple.
Our chaos comes from being scattered among many desires.
Plotinus does not give you step-by-step meditation techniques.
His spirituality is about your orientation of attention.
Stop letting the senses drag your attention outward.
Enter the quiet interior space of the mind.
Study forms, art, nature, harmony.
They lift the soul upward.
Less attachment, less distraction, less noise.
The soul rises as it becomes simpler.
Move from discursive thinking (step-by-step reasoning)
to intuitive vision (direct apprehension of truth).
Let the subject–object division dissolve.
Become the thing you contemplate.
Ultimately, transcend even Nous, and enter the silence of the One.
Plotinus offers a counter-vision to modern fragmentation:
For a photographer and mystic like you, Dante:
Plotinus basically says reality is an emanation of light, and the soul’s task is to trace the light back to its source.
You’re already doing this with your camera — noticing, simplifying, abstracting, returning to essence.
Photography for you is a way of practicing Plotinian contemplation in the streets.
Plotinus sees human life as a movement from dispersion to unity.
From the many to the One.
From noise to silence.
From multiplicity to simplicity.
From dim reflections to the source of all light.
The Enneads is not just philosophy.
It is a map for the soul.
What’s poppin’, people? It’s Dante.
Going for a walk here in Fairmount Park, Philadelphia. Welcome to the woods. Today I’m thinking about goals — and what it truly means to aim at something in art, in photography, and in life.
Recently I finished reading Aristotle’s Nicomachean Ethics, and there’s a particular idea that has been lingering in my mind: eudaimonia — human flourishing. To flourish is to cultivate virtue, strength, courage, and to become the best version of yourself, internally and externally.
And Aristotle says something powerful:
Every action has a telos — a goal — but some actions contain the goal within themselves.
Over the years I’ve realized something:
The meaning of photography is found within the click of the shutter itself.
The goal is the act.
The purpose is the process.
The reward is being fully alive while doing the thing.
This is what the ancient Greeks called autotelic:
The goal is the doing. The meaning is in the act. The reward is the present moment.
When you create because it fuels your inner spiritedness — not because of the outcome — you touch something divine.
This, to me, is what eudaimonia feels like.
The modern world trains you to chase outcomes:
But attaching yourself to the end product kills your spirit.
When I detach from the outcome and photograph out of pure curiosity, out of play, out of love for life — that’s where I thrive.
Meaning is found in the click of the shutter, not in the praise that follows.
I’m not interested in being productive.
I’m interested in being alive.
In our society, toil is a virtue. Grind culture. Metrics. Output.
But I say play more.
Return to the inner child.
Follow your curiosity.
Let yourself fail.
Let yourself experiment.
The present moment is a gift — the goal hidden inside the act itself.
When you photograph from a state of play, you’re living autotelically.
Ask yourself:
Would you photograph for the rest of your life if you knew no one would ever see the pictures?
If the answer is no, then your goal is external.
If the answer is yes — if you would photograph just to photograph — then you are creating from a pure state.
I’m not afraid to admit it:
Photography is a selfish act. I do it because I love life, because I love seeing, because it brings me closer to myself.
It fulfills me.
It expands me.
It raises my vitality.
And the more I walk, the more I see.
The more I see, the more I photograph.
The more I photograph, the more curious I become.
Curiosity is the fuel. The photograph is the byproduct.
Flourishing is simple:
When you stop forcing yourself to play someone else’s game — and instead return to the playground of your youth — your most authentic expression emerges effortlessly.
Photography becomes gratitude.
The shutter becomes life-affirmation.
The mundane becomes extraordinary.
Why do you do what you do?
If you contemplate this deeply — honestly — you may realize the same thing I did:
You love doing things for the sake of doing them.
And that is the essence of the autotelic life.
That is flourishing.
That is eudaimonia.
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What’s poppin’, people? It’s Dante. This morning I’m thinking about why I switched to black and white photography—and why it feels like the most natural transformation of my creative life.
At its core, photography is writing with light.
Phōs meaning light.
Graphê meaning writing or drawing.
Photography is literally drawing with light. And when I strip away color, I return to that essence completely.
Black and white feels like day one every single day.
There’s this endless sense of possibility. Light and shadow become the medium again—not color, not trends, not aesthetics—just pure observation.
When I shoot in black and white, I’m making instant sketches of light, instant sketches of life.
It becomes less about documentation and more about interpretation—playing that fine line between what is real and what is abstract.
Suddenly the mundane becomes meaningful:
These tiny moments become infinite.
By baking high-contrast black and white JPEGs straight into the camera, I remove the temptation to convert to color later.
This is deliberate. It’s discipline.
Creative constraint gives me more creative freedom.
I’m no longer thinking about color grading, sliders, or what a scene “should” look like.
I’m responding directly to light.
Black and white forces:
It builds strife, but a productive kind—the kind that sharpens you.
The joy of black and white is embracing imperfection:
blown highlights
crushed shadows
gritty textures
strange compositions
These become features, not flaws.
There’s a timeless quality to monochrome.
A purity.
A rawness.
And it allows me to play again.
Play is everything in my process.
Ultimately, I believe to change is happiness.
As an artist, doing the same thing forever feels like stagnation.
Switching from color to black and white has reopened that doorway to curiosity, exploration, and evolution.
By embracing constraint, I’ve given myself limitless room to explore my inner creativity.
Black and white is the perfect paradox:
Less choice → More possibilities.
And so this is why I switched.
To evolve. To transform.
To explore endlessly and joyfully.
What’s poppin’, people? It’s Dante.
Starting my morning here in the Centennial Arboretum — my little Garden of Eden. As I walk my eternal loop, today’s thought is simple:
Solitude + Discipline = Creative Freedom.
We live in a world overflowing with distraction — endless TV shows, apps, yummy foods delivered to your door, infinite music, infinite media. The modern world is a dopamine casino.
But to give birth to your inner creative genius, you must subtract the superfluous.
“The unexamined life is not a life worth living.”
To understand who you truly are, you need solitude. Real solitude. Silence. The ability to hear your own inner voice again.
Before creativity, before inspiration — there is vitality.
Wake early.
Sleep early.
Move your body.
Walk outside.
Through cultivating vitality, my curiosity expands and my creativity begins to flourish effortlessly.
Every day I walk the same route. Same path. Same park. Same loop.
I thrive in the eternal loop.
Not because it’s boring — but because it’s liberating. When you remove options, you remove friction. When you remove friction, the discipline becomes joyous.
One walk in total silence.
One walk reading.
Reading has become a modern luxury. So has sunlight. So has simply breathing fresh air. Most people live entirely indoors — souls dying in fluorescent lighting.
Outside is where life begins. Flow begins. Creativity begins.
I’ve been reading Roman poetry, Greek tragedies, Lucretius’ On the Nature of Things, ancient scriptures from the Old and New Testament. These texts still breathe because they have endured time.
They shape my psychology, philosophy, and photography far more than anything on social media.
Mythology. Archetypes. Ancient wisdom.
This is where artistic inspiration should come from.
You don’t need to sit in lotus pose under a tree (even though I did all summer). Just walk. Just exist. Just watch life unfold.
The rustling leaves.
The seasons changing.
The light shifting.
In silence, the shadow of your mind emerges. You spar with yourself. You overcome yourself. You conquer yourself. And then you find peace.
People think “curate your feed” means curate your Instagram feed.
Wrong.
Curate what your eyes consume. Curate your life.
I flew to Rome to pray in churches, stare at Caravaggios, and feel the weight of sculptures. I visited cathedrals. I walked the streets. I breathed incense. I listened to silence.
Back home, I visit the Wanamaker Building and listen to the world’s largest playing pipe organ.
These are my sources of inspiration — not social media.
Delete your Instagram.
Stop consuming your contemporaries.
Cut the noise.
Strip yourself bare.
Only then does the inner child come out to play.
Photography, writing, reading, walking — these are my daily rituals.
The mundane becomes sacred.
The simple becomes divine.
Each small act compounds over time. Through purity of input, your output becomes pure.
Your art becomes an authentic interpretation of reality.
Not polluted by social media.
Not warped by comparison.
Not diluted by trends.
People think freedom = unlimited choices.
Wrong.
Freedom is found in constraint. Freedom is found in discipline. Freedom is found in solitude.
This is where joy lives — in the repetition, the routine, the eternal loop.
We’re in the age of the last men — the Great Decline of creativity. Everyone is a consumer, numbed by junk-food art and dopamine traps.
But after the decline comes rebirth.
A new Renaissance — a digital Renaissance — will emerge from the people who withdraw, reflect, and create from purity.
The Übermensch emerges through solitude and self-overcoming.
Nobody cares about your art.
And that’s liberating.
Create because you must.
Create because it makes you feel alive.
Create because the process is divine.
Be the dark horse, not the golden goose.
Curate your life.
Subtract the superfluous.
Walk. Read. Pray. Photograph.
Thrive in solitude.
Thrive in discipline.
Thrive in beauty.
Every day is a new opportunity.
Every day is a blank canvas.
Look at this leaf. Look at this tree I shaped. Look at this park.
This is beauty. This is fuel. This is the way.
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What’s poppin’, people? It’s Dante, laying under a tree here in the park, embracing the glory of the sun, gazing out toward a sculpture of Goethe, watching the clouds drift, the trees sway, the leaves wiggle.
And I’m thinking about leisure — this ancient idea of otium, the sacred time away from public life, away from business affairs, away from the endless pressure to be “productive.” In the modern world, productivity has become its own religion. You’re expected to strive, to grind, to constantly accomplish something in order to feel worthy.
But what if I were to say:
Stop trying.
Just be.
When you surrender under a tree and look up at the canopy, when you allow yourself to simply exist without forcing anything—this is where real inspiration begins.
There are so many distractions today:
Modernity wants you to consume endlessly. But when you turn inward, when you cultivate solitude and actually thrive in it, something profound happens.
This, to me, is where life begins.
This is where your true creative thriving starts.
If you’re looking to find your purest, most authentic voice as an artist:
Strip yourself bare.
Embrace the unknown.
Go out into the forest.
Surround yourself with nature.
Seek solitude.
We need to reset our dopamine receptors. We’re constantly bombarded by whatever the algorithm thinks we want next. But the real question is:
What are you consciously choosing to consume?
Curate your feed.
Curate your mind.
Curate what enters your eyes, your body, your soul.
What are you doing with your time?
Are you spending it frivolously, or are you investing it?
For me, I invest my time in leisure and solitude so that I can:
Because when I go out onto the street with my camera, I want the things I photograph to come from a place of authenticity. I want my images to reflect my internal state.
But that only happens by:
When I strip myself bare of the world’s noise and return to the simple act of being alive, that is where I thrive.
I thrive in leisure.
What’s poppin’, people? It’s Dante.
Going for a nice morning hike here in Fairmount Park, Philadelphia. Welcome to the woods.
Today I’m thinking about burnout in photography — and how to overcome it.
Burnout is interesting. I think a lot of the time it derives from something very technical and physical.
And I’m gonna be honest with you — I think it’s gear.
We get gear fatigue.
Photography requires you to exist in embodied reality. You need the vitality to move, walk, and act.
But the burden of the camera —
putting it around your neck, wiping the lens, wearing the vest, giving yourself a checklist —
all of that can slowly turn the act of photographing into work.
That’s when you burn out.
These days, I work in the spirit of play.
I don’t take photography so seriously anymore — and because of that, I find it impossible to feel burnout.
Realistically, the choice of camera plays a huge role.
For me, having a compact digital camera — the Ricoh GR — fits in my pocket.
I don’t even think; I just do.
It’s always with me.
I’m always photographing.
Wow, look at this beautiful tree.
That’s how it feels — a perpetual flow state throughout the day.
Because it fits in my front right pocket, photography becomes effortless.
All the decision fatigue — which camera, which lens, what to shoot — it kills joy.
Stop thinking.
Start doing.
Start living your everyday life and just bring your camera along for the ride.
Photograph what you find on your journey.
For me, treating photography as a visual diary of my day has become the most beautiful way to approach this thing.
Making pictures in the spirit of play allows me to enter flow —
to create freely, without the burden of making something “good” or “bad.”
It’s all about feeding curiosity —
making pictures as a way to affirm life,
to thrive in the mundane,
to find meaning in the ordinary.
If photography feels like a chore, maybe your process is brittle.
Maybe it’s time to embrace play again.
Man, it’s such a beautiful morning.
I love exploring — finding new things in the mundane.
The act of noticing is everything.
And noticing derives from curiosity.
But in this modern world, we lack vitality.
We spend too much time inside.
And that’s where souls go to die.
When I’m outside, moving my body, photographing —
I thrive.
I exist outside the passage of time.
That’s where the ultimate gift lies — in the present.
When I photograph, I affirm life.
When I photograph, I say yes to life with each click of the shutter.
To overcome burnout is a mindset shift — a philosophical approach to life itself.
Photography fuels my love for life.
So if you’re feeling burnt out, it’s internal.
It’s a physical thing.
If you lack vitality, how can you cultivate curiosity?
Simple habits make all the difference:
Because when your body has energy, your mind has clarity —
and your eyes have curiosity.
Every night before I sleep, I remind myself that I may die.
I assume when I wake up in the morning that I may not open my two eyes.
And so when I do wake up —
I’m reborn again.
With enthusiasm, strength, and a childlike spirit.
You must remember that you will die —
for only through impermanence do things become fresh again.
You won’t feel burnt out when you have abundance of physical energy,
when you cultivate curiosity in the morning,
and remind yourself:
“Wow. I’m grateful to be alive.”
That’s how you overcome burnout.
By falling in love with life each day.
That’s the duty of the photographer —
to fall in love with life over and over again.
Through that love, you’ll walk more, see more, notice more, and play more.
If you ever feel like you’ve done it all, seen it all, photographed it all —
return to the beginner’s mind.
Return to the amateur’s mind.
Return to the child’s mind.
That place of being where there is infinite potential, infinite possibility.
A child’s curiosity never dies.
And neither should yours.
True creative genius is born in solitude and discipline.
If you want to rise above the “last men” — the complacent, the passive, the addicted, the comfortable — you must purify your inputs and elevate your outputs.
What’s poppin, people? It’s Dante.
This morning’s thought is simple — treat photography as an act of gratitude for the day.
When you go out into the world, embrace the spirit of play and don’t take yourself so seriously. Through the act of photography, you’re noticing, you’re smiling — you’re saying yes to life. Every click of the shutter becomes a small prayer of appreciation, a moment of thank you.
For me, photography is a form of life affirmation. Each photo is a reminder that I’m alive — that I can walk, see, and feel the air against my skin. I’m grateful to witness the changing of the seasons, to see the flowers wither and die, and then bloom again. There’s something sacred in that rhythm — something that fills me with an abundance of gratitude.
I think that in modern life, where we’re so obsessed with productivity and progress, we forget to play. But through photography, we can rediscover that playfulness — that childlike joy — and cultivate genuine thankfulness.
If you find something in your life like photography that lets you play and feel grateful just to exist, then you’ve arrived.
So yeah — I’m just grateful to have two eyes, to notice and witness all these beautiful things in the world.
Treat photography like gratitude. Photograph what you’re thankful for.
“Photography is drawing with light. Return to the essence: light and shadow.”
What’s poppin’, people? It’s Dante. This morning we’re flipping through some of my favorite Daido Moriyama books—Record 1, Record 2, and Quartet—and just chatting candidly about the work. I’m not here to pretend I know every detail of photography history or to lecture on the grand impact of his career. I’m here to look, feel, and speak honestly about why these pictures hit me—and how they’re shaping my own approach.
Low-tech setup warning: it’s literally my iPhone and a step stool. No tripod. No fancy lights. Just me, the books, and the pictures. Let’s jump in.
I look at photo books for images—not the narrative, not the text. I want to ingest pictures that resonate and extract what I can apply to my own visual language. With Moriyama, that language is high-contrast black-and-white, gritty, raw, sometimes blurry or out of focus—an aesthetic choice that points to something deeper.
Here’s the key: style isn’t just an aesthetic.
It’s not simply “color vs. black-and-white,” “muted vs. saturated,” or “grainy vs. clean.” Style is what you choose to include inside the four corners—and what you leave out. That’s your world.
When you put a frame around reality, that becomes your interpretation of it. You can emulate lenses, focal lengths, even a way of working—but the core of a personal voice comes from intuition, curiosity, and what your inner child points you toward. It’s what you photograph more than how.
Moriyama cracks open what’s photographable. He gives me permission to see the mundane as worthy. And honestly, making the mundane sing is harder than chasing the obvious spectacular.
Looking through Moriyama’s frames, I feel his internal state, not just his aesthetic. The work is a mirror of the person: a wanderer, a stray dog, drifting through the city, following intuition, photographing spontaneously.
Sometimes I can’t tell what’s real or staged—and I don’t want to know. The beauty of street photography is that we’re working in reality. We document fact—time and place—and yet the right frame can feel surreal. That tension is electric.
Photography = light (phōs) + writing (graphē).
Moriyama’s pictures pull me back to that root. The high contrast, the edge of blur, the rawness—these are all ways of saying: light and shadow first.
Instant sketches of life, drawn with light.
When you work this way—quick, loose, embodied—you’re not just recording what is. You’re revealing what it could be through the camera’s translation of reality.
What I take from Moriyama isn’t just “high-contrast B&W.” It’s the philosophy: walk, wander, obey the gut, photograph from intuition. That’s where the pictures live that penetrate the soul.
I used to flip books and analyze single frames for technique. Now, with Moriyama, I’m absorbing an approach:
Street photography rewards an addictive personality in the best sense: the need to move, to roam, to explore. You can feel that in these frames. He loves the process. And that’s contagious.
When the mechanics get easy—body position, background vs. moment, timing—boredom creeps in. The antidote is to return to Day One every day. Play. Say yes to life with a single click.
The snapshot is the purest photograph: a split second, a gut “yes.” Maybe it’s a shaft of light on steps, a flare across a storefront, or the shimmer of a subway wall. Click. Affirmation.
For me, photography has become saying yes to life—finding the sublime inside the everyday, on the same so-called mundane street, again and again.
Color can be a distraction. Gear can be a distraction. Travel can be a distraction. I’m stripping to black-and-white, high contrast, and a simple, streamlined workflow so I can return to that childlike state—infinite curiosity and wonder—every day.
Limits don’t confine me; they unlock me.
Wandering with curiosity, photographing loosely, I’m building a visual diary—not because I have some grand statement, but because meaning surfaces in the pictures themselves. That’s the Moriyama ethos I’m taking with me:
You might not live forever—but you can make a photograph. And that’s enough reason to go out today, follow your gut, and press the shutter.
Peace.