Stories from New York
Last summer I studied with photographer Peter Turnley for the second time, spending a week in New York documenting the people I met in the city. I never really shared the photos I made that week.
It was a combination of things — my ambivalence about social media, my own anxiety, my fear of putting out into the world these photos that I had worked so incredibly hard to make and that I felt in my heart were some of my best work.
That shit is scary, friends.
This coming year I want to turn my lens and my attention to my own community of Wilmington, and to document here the kind of humanity I tried to reflect in my work from New York — joy, connection, weariness, hope, all of it. I’m telling you this so I can stop hiding, and to keep myself accountable.
Thank you for letting me share.
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