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Trevor’s Adventures in Florida

For the past nine and a half days, Trevor was in Florida for work. While he was there for a shoot, he and the crew, led by the fearless Callie Lipkin and joined by the smart and feisty assistant Leah Fithian, worked twelve to fifteen hour days. The sun was hot and the culture was definitely Floridian. I have tried to piece together his harrowing true story from the pictures he sent me each day.

The crew for the photo shoot set up camp at a farm southwest of Sanford, Florida, where they would be shooting at various locations. All seemed relatively normal: the house they’d rented was fine; there was a pool; the owner’s fiance, Jude, had a mohawked poodle. The owner, Tracy, asked them to be careful of the horses, and told them that there might be a caretaker coming onto the farm to groom and feed the animals. Fair enough.

But they set out early the first morning only to find that nature didn’t seem to want them to leave the farm.

Natural Roadblock

Something sinister was afoot. But what?

They managed to get around the roadblock and set out to the first location: the critical flesh injury ward of Sanford General Hospital. They were there to document the effects of a mysterious caterpillar that had been found in the area. The caterpillars’ origin was unknown, but the effects of their bites were deadly and devastating. With one small bite, a caterpillar could stun an adult human into full-body paralysis. The paralysis might last for up to eighteen hours, during which time the caterpillar feasted on the human’s flesh until very little was left. Trevor was, understandably, nervous.

The Sanford General Hospital Critical Flesh Injury Ward

The Sanford General Hospital Critical Flesh Injury Ward

They documented a number of patients who had been attacked by these caterpillars. Though the faces remained relatively in tact, they each had a distinctly artificial, almost plastic pallor that was caused by the caterpillar’s venom.

Medical Dummy Woman

A young victim, Shirley, whose body was decimated by the flesh-eating caterpillars, lays unconscious

Bob, another victim of the caterpillars, was able to give Trevor his first-hand account of the horrifying attack.

Bob, another victim of the caterpillars, was able to give Trevor his first-hand account of the horrifying attack

Trevor and the crew got the shots they needed, and said goodbye to the victims, doctors, and nurses who they’d grown so close to that day. They wished them well and headed back out into the Florida heat, keeping their eyes constantly peeled for caterpillars.

Back at the farm, Trevor did some investigation into the mysterious larvae. Where did they come from, really? What did they want? Was it just the delicious taste of human flesh that motivated them, or did they yearn for something else, something bigger? What would they transform into once they’d spun their creepy little cocoons?

Trevor ponders the questions: How can we communicate with them? How can we harvest their tiny brains for science?

Trevor ponders the questions: How can we communicate with them? How can we harvest their tiny brains for science?

Without many answers and with even fewer hours of sleep, Trevor and the crew left the next morning to continue documenting the devastating impact of these tiny, furry monsters. The crew, a rag-tag bunch of heroes from all over the country, was spirited yet alert to the dangers of the caterpillars and to their own importance in the fight for the survival of the human race.

Three of the caterpillar fighters, getting reading for battle

Three of the optimistic caterpillar fighters, getting reading for battle

They decided that the zoo would be a logical place to look for the caterpillars. Wouldn’t the creatures want to be among their own slithery and furry kind? Very likely, yes. And the caterpillar hunters were not disappointed. No sooner had they stepped foot into the Central Sanford Zoo did they run into the fiercest fighter in this battle: Ara.

Ara, whose name was inspired by the Greek Gods’ defeat of the Titans, was, true to her name, a warrior. She soared the skies high above central Florida in search of the treacherous caterpillars, and picked them up one by one to bring them back to a giant terrarium housed in the center of the zoo. This terrarium, surrounded twenty-four hours a day by the nation’s leading biologists, entomologists, and cryptozoologists, was under top-secret clearance. Trevor wasn’t allowed near it, but he was able to get a shot of Ara, her handler, and some of the children who were listening to Ara’s tales of battle against the caterpillar hoard.

Janet, Ara's most trusted companion, listens along with the small Floridian children to Ara's tales of battle

Janay, Ara’s most trusted companion, listens along with the small Floridian children to Ara’s tales of battle

That evening, back on the farm, Trevor, Callie, and Leah talked quietly around the dining room table. Did they have it in them to continue? They hadn’t laid eyes on the caterpillar itself, but they had witnessed so much of the destruction the larvae left in their wake. They’d heard the tales of death and woe. Would they be next?

They needed to get out of the house and clear their heads, so they went for a walk on the grounds. They passed by the field…the field where the horses Tracy had mentioned were supposed to be grazing. But there were no horses. Curious, the trio walked to the stables, hoping to see the horses there. But the stables were empty. Where were the horses?

Up to now, the caterpillars had feasted only on human flesh — but were they getting hungry for other species? This was too much for the trio to handle, so they rushed back to the house and closed the door against the night. But there, in the middle of the living room carpet, were Jude and his mohawked Poodle, both being slowly nibbled away at by…a caterpillar! Oh NO!

They ran, grabbing what they could and taking their rental R.V. into the night. As they drove, caterpillars seemed to be falling from the sky all round them, littering the roads with their two inch-long wiggly bodies. Trevor was terrified, but brave. He knew that he needed to capture at least one image of the wicked creature, if only for science:

Caterpillar in Florida

Trevor bravely takes a picture of this evil little fellow when the R.V. stops to gas up at a covered rest area

They drove the R.V. all night and all the next day — all the way back to Chicago. And now, they are safe. Safe from the flesh-eating caterpillars. At least…for now.

Coming Soon! A Post About Trevor’s Adventure in Florida!

Trevor has been in Florida for work since last Wednesday, and he’s been so busy that I haven’t heard much from him. He has, though sent me a number of terrific photos, which has forced me to imagine a narrative for him using these images alone.

And within the next twenty-four hours, you will see that narrative here on this blog. It will be amazing.

Caterpillar in Florida

Trevor and his crew have discovered a new species of insect larvae. It eats human flesh.

Trevor Has a New Job

Trevor has a new job! Yahoo!

He’s the new studio manager and producer at Callie Lipkin Photography, a one-woman studio on the north side of Chicago. He’ll manage the day-to-day operations of the studio, organize locations, stylists, and talent for photo shoots, handle files and invoices, and get hands-on with a bit of assisting. It’s the perfect job for him, and we’re so happy.

The only issue is that there’s a taqueria near the studio and he’s able to get delicious fish tacos, burritos, and tortas whenever he wants to. So, I’m really jealous of this.

Otherwise, it’s perfect.

Callie got Trevor to smile in a picture! She's my hero.

Callie got Trevor to smile in a picture! She’s my hero.

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words, and Two of Them are ‘Trevor Power’

So, I’ve got this amazing husband. He’s smart and interesting to talk to, he makes me laugh 85% of the time we’re together, and he dances. You will probably never see this, but trust me and Roo–he’s the best dancer in the world.

He’s even better than Lane–and that’s pretty remarkable, since this British guy has some smooooooth moves. (image credit: Gifulmination via Nobody Puts Baby in a Horner)


And, when it comes to getting his picture taken, he is as elusive as a Siberian Tiger. He likes to be behind the lens rather than in front of it. And when I try to take a picture and ask him to smile, this is what I get:



And it’s his very photo elusiveness that makes this post such fun, because Trevor has recently appeared in some books. YES!

In April, just in time for his birthday, Trevor got a package from Andy Freeberg, a photographer whose book, Art Fare, had recently been published by Sojourn Books. Freeberg’s book includes images of gallerists during their down time at national and international art fairs.

Freeberg signed the book, which was lovely of him, and it was great to see Trevor in the book, in a very, very (very) characteristic pose: we can’t see his face.


Andy Freeberg.Art Fare.Cover

Andy Freeberg.Inscription

Do you see him in there? Right behind that Gregory Scott! He’s so sneaky.

And it was so much fun to see him in here, but we got a second photo book thrill just the other day when we got our copy of Jen Davis‘s new book, Eleven Years. Jen is spectacular, and the book is just beautiful. You should buy it now.


Jen Davis Eleven Years.Front

Jen Davis Eleven Years.Back


And T. showed up in the acknowledgements, with many of the Columbia College cronies!


All of the people listed are fantastic!

All of the people listed are fantastic!


So, although Trevor is like a phantom when I am taking pictures, he is famous, and not just for dancing in our living room. But Roo and I are certain that he is also famous for that.