Attempt #1.

      Ever since I accidentally took a picture of myself that looked exactly like my mom, I knew I could go somewhere with the concept. I went through her book of modeling photos from when she was my age, and I intentionally tried to recreate them. This is the first "success", but I feel like if I had someone to help direct me when I pose, I could do a lot better. Here's to attempt number one!

This is me.

This is me.
I am vulnerable.
I wish to follow the Word.
I know another being will never understand or care
about my emotions and my face
as much as I do.
I am not vain;
I only crave to see myself as I really am.
I am all I have, after all.
This is me
talking about myself
knowing no one else will understand or care
about myself
like I do.

"I'll have a blue Christmas without you."

The Big Apple.

      My dad's friend Rob grew up in Brooklyn. He invited my dad, sister and me to go on a trip to New York City with him since he could show us around better than anyone else we know.
I had far too much fun with my camera.

Long shutter speeds and long waits at the subway station.

This is one of my favorite shots of all time.

Flying at the speed of the Staten Island Ferry.

Zoom!

Sporty.

      This was my attempt at sports photography for an assignment, as well as for RIT's Intramural brochure and website.

Lines.

      This is a 10-photo series I did for my 2D Design class. The object was to capture lines--straight, jagged, curved. I can say that this is the one and only time I found my naturally bloodshot eyes to be useful.