Sometimes, a home isn’t a home; only a place to rest your head. Shot by me in Crown Heights, Brooklyn.
It’s all unknown, simply left with our desires of what we may or may not want in our lives – present and future tense. Shot by me in Prospect Park, Brooklyn
Pic taken by me, Avenue N Train Station, Brooklyn, New York
We all need a support system. Sometimes we shut down and need to be alone; sometimes we need the support of our loved ones. Even if we don’t want to ask. The ones who care about our well being, our mental states. Those who may not always agree with what we do, but are thereContinue reading “Support Systems”
A young girl from Queens, Central Park was my playground. E, F, and R trains, with direct routes to Midtown, placing you at the entrance or within walking distance. Climbing up and down monstrous rocks and boulders, quite a feat for a child- Rollerblading on paved park streets of concrete, swerving in and out ofContinue reading “Central Park, My Playground”