commute
I fell in a stream
We crossed a glacial stream to get closer to the ice. A few steps in, my feet were swept out from under me and I plunged into frigid water, as did my camera. Now I want to dunk all my film in glacial streams.
¿A dónde vas?
photographing the people i love in the places that make them come alive. CDMX. July, 2017.
Self II
Triple Exposure. Philly, 2016
On a Beach in Indiana
I’d driven 9 hours straight, after a restless first night on the road. Just a few hundred miles into an 8000 mile journey. I didn’t understand what was still pulling me, or where it was pulling me too, but there I stood on the shore, smiling at what would be my first of many (only a few actually) baths on the road. // 8.2.17
misdeveloped
have you ever seen a baby pigeon?
2016
NYC
2017
Coast
Neruda
Self I
post flash-flooded commute on the back of a motorbike. Saigon, 2016
shade until the sun starts to set
mexico, 2020
Hatcher Pass [7/5/21]
