Seeing.
Mexico City during Friday afternoon rush hour.
This photograph was part of "The Curated Fridge" Somerville, MA, 2017.

Niagra Falls, Ontario. Surrounded by a bus load of tourists in the mist.

I had stopped for coffee when I met AJ. I asked him who he thought of while playing and he said, “Family.” He then said that he’d come from Detroit nine years ago.
Does he have family here? “No,” he replied. “Anyone important is dead.” His song stayed with me all day.

2nd Ave. Station, Manhattan.

Rainy Morning Downtown. When I asked to take her picture, she smiled, said yes, and walked away...

This is What Democracy Looks Like. Waiting for the start of the Women's March on 2nd Ave in Manhattan. January 21, 2017.

Boston, MA. While waiting for a bus in the city, I was attracted first by the light. Then I was seduced by the ads. But the more I looked, the more it became a commentary on women - and men - and what we ask of them to reveal of themselves in this world.

Keap Street in Brooklyn on a hot Friday in August.

Tears are Only Water. Montreal.

South Hiram, ME.

Montreal.

Graffiti Wall, Cambridge, MA.

Manhattan Bridge. One place in the fence was open. He stared and held on for a long time. Once I knew he was OK, we both moved on.

Estero, FL.
Kid: Do you think this will hold me?
Me: Only one way to find out...

Estero, FL.
Kid: Do you think it's deep enough?
Me: Only one way to find out...

Knowing.
Mexico City. Revisiting a scene from earlier in this gallery. This photo haunts me in a way, but I love it deeply nonetheless. In the first photo she is looking up to the sky without noticing me and my camera. Here, her eyes are slightly vacant, captured in that brief and tiny moment between seeing and knowing.