Mexico City / February 2017Read More
Signs, scenes and faces from the Women's March in Copenhagen, Denmark. January 21, 2017.
Who will protect those protecting our water?Read More
...With those differences noticed, it is understood that tribe members all over this country have an innate understanding of land rights and water rights, developed far before America as we know it existed. Their fight, which is all of our fight, is not about political gain. This is about survival. This is about protecting our environment so our physical self, our beloved bodies, can continue to exist...Read More
As indigenous tribes and their allies continue protesting the Dakota Access Pipeline, it is imperative that we ask ourselves, ‘how did we get here?’ Native American culture dominated this continent for thousands of years before the Puritans immigrated to these lands from Europe beginning in the mid-20th century. The tribes that lived here treasured Mother Earth and had an unwavering respect for the environment.Read More
Since I began working as a professional photographer, I have been a devoted Canon shooter. It has been the camera that has hung on my shoulder, whether I was on assignment of just hanging with friends, since sometime around 2010. Despite my love for this camera and all of the meaningful moments I have captured with it, the size and weight of my full-frame DSLR has been weighing me down...Read More
Located in Mid-City, along busy North Broad Street, nestled between a Whole Foods and ReFresh Community Farm is Liberty’s Kitchen. From the outside, it seems like a typical cafe. There is Starbucks coffee prepared by smiling baristas who call customers and their employers by the title of Mr. and Ms., and a menu that includes classic cafe cuisine and meals infused with seasonal New Orleans tastes.
But, behind the scenes are dedicated professionals and young adults alike working towards a common goal - transforming the lives of vulnerable New Orleans youth...Read More
I feel like I'm in a spiritual version of Las Vegas.
This is what I kept saying to my Uber drivers as they took me on my daily rides back and forth from Mid-City to the Garden District...Read More
Starting a new blog feels like slashing away part of my identity as if I am deleting my formative first years as a photojournalist. I'm saying goodbye, at least removing from the public view, my first photographs, my first travel essays, the first faces who let me into their lives with my camera. These are the adventures and the experiences of the majority of my twenties that I am putting into the archive and leaving be for a while; it is time to make them purely personal, respecting their incredibly important role to the development of who I am today.
But I have to remember, that in this field - the life of a artist, journalist, writer, photographer, photojournalist, documentarian, traveler, teacher, student, whatever I am calling myself that day - you can never truly say goodbye to the first work. The out-of-focus photographs and words scratched out in pen may be the most important steps I have taken in life. And that is something, that in this moment of digital renewal, I am needing to remind myself.
It is exciting to have a blank page and that is what I am doing with this new blog. While I will be posting past work on occasion, I most look forward to sharing the next chapter of my professional and personal life here, as they are inevitably intertwined.
Cheers to new beginnings. To new adventures. To the unknown stories.