Lenscratch Online posted my image "Despite Circumstances" on their Lenscratch Instagram page. 

Despite Circumstance
2014

Sometimes I feel trapped. In my office. In my house. In my neighborhood. In my community.

It’s a cold, rainy October day and I have to force myself to go outside. Bring my camera. Drive by a shuttered grocery store. I used to shop here. Liked the smallness of it. They moved to a larger space and became a SUPER-market. Not the same.

Windows are covered in brown paper. On one pane is a worn out decal of the American flag. Out of place for a grocery store chain. Maybe it’s from the months following 9/11, when we all felt the need to do something. Anything. To show our pride. Our pain. Our solidarity.

Decal looks faded and tired. Like I feel. But it’s still here. Like I am.

Reflections of passing cars get my attention but it’s not much for a photograph. A man passes by. On foot. In the cold. In the rain. Moving along despite circumstances. This is how I want to feel. This is the photo. This is the story.

Work exhibited and recognized.

05/22/2020

Work exhibited and recognized

05/22/2020

Work exhibited and recognized.

05/22/2020

Work exhibited and recognized.
Work exhibited and recognized.
More work exhibited and recognized.
More work exhibited and recognized.
Work exhibited and recognized.

APRIL 2020

5/22/2020

Lenscratch Online posted my image "Despite Circumstances" on their Lenscratch Instagram page. 

Despite Circumstance
2014

Sometimes I feel trapped. In my office. In my house. In my neighborhood. In my community.

It’s a cold, rainy October day and I have to force myself to go outside. Bring my camera. Drive by a shuttered grocery store. I used to shop here. Liked the smallness of it. They moved to a larger space and became a SUPER-market. Not the same.

Windows are covered in brown paper. On one pane is a worn out decal of the American flag. Out of place for a grocery store chain. Maybe it’s from the months following 9/11, when we all felt the need to do something. Anything. To show our pride. Our pain. Our solidarity.

Decal looks faded and tired. Like I feel. But it’s still here. Like I am.

Reflections of passing cars get my attention but it’s not much for a photograph. A man passes by. On foot. In the cold. In the rain. Moving along despite circumstances. This is how I want to feel. This is the photo. This is the story.