We are all hiding in plain sight, letting the other fill in the blancs.…
A capture of the purest form of love there is: the support and admiration of your mother.
If we take something whole, a scene, an object, a memory, and break it apart, what remains are fragments. Fragments…
This image is a result of my search for meaning of 'home' in a place wrecked by a housing crisis. …
3mo
What is trash for one can be an enchanting playground for another.
What we choose to preserve from our heritage with aways refuse to blend in with the reality of our ever changing world.
Documenting the small acts of care that persevere within a rapidly changing world. Acts we have inherited, now ours to…