Snapshots of singer-songwriter Zola on the streets of Wynwood District in Miami.
My classmates and I congregated under the Florida sun for an afternoon of official Spring Break-ing.
Portraits of a talented, Nashville-based graphic designer.
Coney Island, New York City
I transferred from the J train to the F, to the Q, spending an hour and a half traveling from Bushwick to Coney Island. As I emerged from the subway I was greeted with overcast skies and small splashes of sunshine. The clouds and Easter Sunday had not kept anyone away, however, and the boardwalk was filled with a myriad of souls and sights.
Chinatown, New York City
I weaved myself around other subway passengers, up stairs and out of Canal St. Station's maze, and into New York City's Chinatown. A few minutes of wandering and turns landed me at my desired destination: Columbus Park. The scene was a busy one for a weekday afternoon; the subjects shown were more than pleased to be in front of my camera, and I was thrilled to capture the weightlessness and curves of their dancing ribbons.
Fall greeted us with heavy rain, and after a long Saturday filled with storms, Sunday morning greeted us with the same threatening clouds. Luckily the skies were on our side. The sun broke through and carried in a delicious October breeze just in time for us to capture these special pictures.
It's always a pleasure meeting and taking pictures of someone you feel like you've been friends with for years.
Happiest of Birthdays
Snapshots from my beautiful nephew's 3rd birthday.
Iceland's Southern Coast
I embarked on my journey along Iceland's southern coast with two apples, a loaf of vegan hemp bread, butter, my camera, and a paper map. A few short miles away from Reykjavik, on a one lane road, I found myself breathless as the magic of Iceland revealed itself to me.
Exploring Seljalandsfoss, Skogarfoss, and Reynisfjara was cold, wet, and perfect. I climbed the stairs built in to the mountain, occasionally gasping for breath but rewarded with a perfect view of the top of the waterfall.
From Skogarfoss I continued on to Reynisfjara, pulling to the side of the road from time to time to soak in the landscape. On one occasion I came across an open field with horses grazing near the perimeter. I made my way down and up a bank, approaching the fence tentatively with an outstretched hand. Despite my slow movements the horses all ran -- except for one, who nuzzled his nose under my hand and posed for pictures, stamping his feet on the green earth underneath his hooves before running off to join his herd.
Summer & Sprinklers
A pair of bare little feet ran down the front concrete steps and across the walkway, dancing in impatient anticipation under the bright Colorado sun. From lying listless on the grass, a worn green hose suddenly tightened and sputtered out the beginning streams of cold, cold water to shrieks of joy.
I perched on the front steps, my camera blocking my face from view as I captured my nephew in his first sprinkler run of the summer season. After a few pictures I let his little hands pull me up and through the sprinklers, twirling and spinning and jumping over and in between the falling drops. And then, retreat.
Retreat to the porch to lay on warm concrete and to wrap ourselves in large towels and to eat bananas and to revel in the simplicity of being.
Moments captured mid-sound checks and performances in Miami, Florida and Athens, Greece.