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I stepped over the corpse of a raccoon in the parking lot and entered the doctor’s office to hear that my ophthalmologist died three weeks ago. A blood clot migrated to her brain hours after she had given birth and she went quick, quietly, lying in bed. Her assistant told me this while the phoropter was shoved in my face.

“It’s just so awful. Can you imagine? I don’t know how her husband is going to do it… Now honey focus. Better one, or two?”

An attempt by the smoky sun. I don’t know how time is moving forward, but another day has started without me. Another season down.

Those distant from one another spend time wondering if it’s true that they can be staring at the same moon at night while being so far apart. A poem recited again and again. I think this is a comfort that the night and its ritualistic moonrise can bring. The truth of the daytime is much different however: we are all being burned by the exact same sun, and it’s getting hotter every hour.

I have some writing and recent photographs from Polk County shared in the Fall 2025 issue of @bombmag that’s out this month. I think it’s paywalled online so I’m happy to share a pdf of my article with whoever is interested 🖤

Thanks to Ha Duong for the offer to share my thinking and the support in this terrible time. And hmu if you also have a small flare for metaphor. Free Palestine 🌊

I have some writing and recent photographs from Polk County shared in the Fall 2025 issue of @bombmag that’s out this month. I think it’s paywalled online so I’m happy to share a pdf of my article with whoever is interested 🖤

Thanks to Ha Duong for the offer to share my thinking and the support in this terrible time. And hmu if you also have a small flare for metaphor. Free Palestine 🌊

I have some writing and recent photographs from Polk County shared in the Fall 2025 issue of @bombmag that’s out this month. I think it’s paywalled online so I’m happy to share a pdf of my article with whoever is interested 🖤

Thanks to Ha Duong for the offer to share my thinking and the support in this terrible time. And hmu if you also have a small flare for metaphor. Free Palestine 🌊

Notes on the heat from today

Notes on the heat from today

Notes on the heat from today

Cloud and its reflection

Cloud and its reflection

My show “Mater si, magistra no” is up until April 25th at Light Work @lightworkorg

I can’t even begin to describe the gratitude I feel towards Whitney and Dan for extending this incredible opportunity to me and for the attention and care they showed my photographs. Thank you so much to Victor, Koz, Becky and Cali for their hard work in making this exhibition real. Light Work is so dreamy.

And to my beautiful beautiful friends/family who came to see me in Syracuse and those who support me endlessly near and far, I say it all the time, I’m nothing without you.

Here’s to all of my interwoven landscape complexes that will fuel me forever. I’m proud to share these photographs with you all 🖤

My show “Mater si, magistra no” is up until April 25th at Light Work @lightworkorg

I can’t even begin to describe the gratitude I feel towards Whitney and Dan for extending this incredible opportunity to me and for the attention and care they showed my photographs. Thank you so much to Victor, Koz, Becky and Cali for their hard work in making this exhibition real. Light Work is so dreamy.

And to my beautiful beautiful friends/family who came to see me in Syracuse and those who support me endlessly near and far, I say it all the time, I’m nothing without you.

Here’s to all of my interwoven landscape complexes that will fuel me forever. I’m proud to share these photographs with you all 🖤

My show “Mater si, magistra no” is up until April 25th at Light Work @lightworkorg

I can’t even begin to describe the gratitude I feel towards Whitney and Dan for extending this incredible opportunity to me and for the attention and care they showed my photographs. Thank you so much to Victor, Koz, Becky and Cali for their hard work in making this exhibition real. Light Work is so dreamy.

And to my beautiful beautiful friends/family who came to see me in Syracuse and those who support me endlessly near and far, I say it all the time, I’m nothing without you.

Here’s to all of my interwoven landscape complexes that will fuel me forever. I’m proud to share these photographs with you all 🖤

My show “Mater si, magistra no” is up until April 25th at Light Work @lightworkorg

I can’t even begin to describe the gratitude I feel towards Whitney and Dan for extending this incredible opportunity to me and for the attention and care they showed my photographs. Thank you so much to Victor, Koz, Becky and Cali for their hard work in making this exhibition real. Light Work is so dreamy.

And to my beautiful beautiful friends/family who came to see me in Syracuse and those who support me endlessly near and far, I say it all the time, I’m nothing without you.

Here’s to all of my interwoven landscape complexes that will fuel me forever. I’m proud to share these photographs with you all 🖤

My show “Mater si, magistra no” is up until April 25th at Light Work @lightworkorg

I can’t even begin to describe the gratitude I feel towards Whitney and Dan for extending this incredible opportunity to me and for the attention and care they showed my photographs. Thank you so much to Victor, Koz, Becky and Cali for their hard work in making this exhibition real. Light Work is so dreamy.

And to my beautiful beautiful friends/family who came to see me in Syracuse and those who support me endlessly near and far, I say it all the time, I’m nothing without you.

Here’s to all of my interwoven landscape complexes that will fuel me forever. I’m proud to share these photographs with you all 🖤

Let’s talk about The Mulberry Tree because artifacts are being reframed

Let’s talk about The Mulberry Tree because artifacts are being reframed

Let’s talk about The Mulberry Tree because artifacts are being reframed

Let’s talk about The Mulberry Tree because artifacts are being reframed

Let’s talk about The Mulberry Tree because artifacts are being reframed

I am so grateful to Will @willwarasila for including me in the second exhibition at @strata.editions entitled Southern Spirit, and the first in Strata’s new home, surrounded by photographers whose pictures I deeply admire. I always love being on a project that Jeemin @jungturd and Miguel @3000000000am help design ❣️

I’m (shamelessly) glad that my time experimenting and thinking and sweating in the Florida landscape means something to someone, as I have given a disturbing amount of blood to the mosquito population of Central Florida (get your shots guys). But I supposed that it’s owed— photo is an exchange at its best the way I see it. Water for air as seen in the photograph. Blood for pictures and scratches like when I’m taking the photograph. It’s very worth it and I hope to keep going deeper.

The return of Seward Lake and the homes it took back

The return of Seward Lake and the homes it took back

The news in downtown Lakeland tonight

The news in downtown Lakeland tonight

I spent the entirety of my summer working in a restaurant. I still work here actually, and I’m writing this post on my cigarette break. Every day I came to this place to work for money, wearing the same uniform, seeing the same people, and constantly reading/communicating about the ever-escalating horrors going on back home. It was in this restaurant that I realized and have been repeatedly reminded that the apocalypse has, in fact, arrived. However, in a way that makes perfect sense and absolutely no sense at all, I still had to come work.

The keen awareness of what images may come before or after this post haunt me. These images have been stuck in my mind, stretching the limits of my own understanding, and updating daily as I stare at the work I need to do in front of me. And then, sometimes, I take a picture. That’s all I know about these photographs for now.

Thank you so much to Ian Kline @iankline for including this new work in an incredibly special show where I’m privileged to be surrounded by amazing photographers who are also my friends. And a huge thank you to Lee @leeraewalsh for looking out for me by sending me the right camera at the right time. This summer would have felt impossible without it. Who would I be right now without you all? ❤️

I spent the entirety of my summer working in a restaurant. I still work here actually, and I’m writing this post on my cigarette break. Every day I came to this place to work for money, wearing the same uniform, seeing the same people, and constantly reading/communicating about the ever-escalating horrors going on back home. It was in this restaurant that I realized and have been repeatedly reminded that the apocalypse has, in fact, arrived. However, in a way that makes perfect sense and absolutely no sense at all, I still had to come work.

The keen awareness of what images may come before or after this post haunt me. These images have been stuck in my mind, stretching the limits of my own understanding, and updating daily as I stare at the work I need to do in front of me. And then, sometimes, I take a picture. That’s all I know about these photographs for now.

Thank you so much to Ian Kline @iankline for including this new work in an incredibly special show where I’m privileged to be surrounded by amazing photographers who are also my friends. And a huge thank you to Lee @leeraewalsh for looking out for me by sending me the right camera at the right time. This summer would have felt impossible without it. Who would I be right now without you all? ❤️

I spent the entirety of my summer working in a restaurant. I still work here actually, and I’m writing this post on my cigarette break. Every day I came to this place to work for money, wearing the same uniform, seeing the same people, and constantly reading/communicating about the ever-escalating horrors going on back home. It was in this restaurant that I realized and have been repeatedly reminded that the apocalypse has, in fact, arrived. However, in a way that makes perfect sense and absolutely no sense at all, I still had to come work.

The keen awareness of what images may come before or after this post haunt me. These images have been stuck in my mind, stretching the limits of my own understanding, and updating daily as I stare at the work I need to do in front of me. And then, sometimes, I take a picture. That’s all I know about these photographs for now.

Thank you so much to Ian Kline @iankline for including this new work in an incredibly special show where I’m privileged to be surrounded by amazing photographers who are also my friends. And a huge thank you to Lee @leeraewalsh for looking out for me by sending me the right camera at the right time. This summer would have felt impossible without it. Who would I be right now without you all? ❤️

I spent the entirety of my summer working in a restaurant. I still work here actually, and I’m writing this post on my cigarette break. Every day I came to this place to work for money, wearing the same uniform, seeing the same people, and constantly reading/communicating about the ever-escalating horrors going on back home. It was in this restaurant that I realized and have been repeatedly reminded that the apocalypse has, in fact, arrived. However, in a way that makes perfect sense and absolutely no sense at all, I still had to come work.

The keen awareness of what images may come before or after this post haunt me. These images have been stuck in my mind, stretching the limits of my own understanding, and updating daily as I stare at the work I need to do in front of me. And then, sometimes, I take a picture. That’s all I know about these photographs for now.

Thank you so much to Ian Kline @iankline for including this new work in an incredibly special show where I’m privileged to be surrounded by amazing photographers who are also my friends. And a huge thank you to Lee @leeraewalsh for looking out for me by sending me the right camera at the right time. This summer would have felt impossible without it. Who would I be right now without you all? ❤️