NYC Summer

Inescapable heat intensified by concrete and steel. Throngs of people crowd the streets, dirt envelops all surfaces, the scent of rancid garbage permeates the air. Despite it all, rain is beautiful on a steamy day; the petrichor feeds my soul, relief has washed over my body.  Shot by me at The Brooklyn Barge, Brooklyn NY

In the Present

Slaves to time, a concept that quietly dictates our lives. Getting things done while waiting for it to pass, so we can overcome certain feelings, and look forward to pleasantries. We anticipate events and outcomes; self-induced anxiety. We live as if time really is a linear concept But what is time really? How do youContinue reading “In the Present”