INDIA
India defies simple description. It is a place that overwhelms the senses and whose people will warm your heart. The two weeks I spent there were brief, barely scratching the surface of this complex and captivating country.
GASOLINE, SMASHING CARS
In small towns across America, people gather to watch their neighbors crash cars into each other until only one still runs. What draws me to these fairgrounds isn't just the spectacle but the hands—calloused and oil-stained—that transform family sedans into war machines during evenings after work shifts.
Here is America's complicated relationship with automobiles distilled to its essence: creation through destruction, community through competition, value found in what others discard.
THE GAMBIA
What struck me most in The Gambia wasn't what people lacked but what they kept. These photographs capture hands that build daily what others might build once, faces that hold generations of memory, doorways that welcome without locks. I found myself documenting not poverty—though outsiders might see only this—but a different kind of wealth: the ability to recognize what matters. These images are my attempt to translate what cannot be owned into something that can be seen.
ROLLER SKATES & RINK RASH
They arrive with gym bags and day jobs. Teachers, nurses, office workers. Then, they become something else entirely. Knee pads over fishnet stockings. Fierce names painted across backs. What draws me to this isn't the speed or even the collisions, but the permission these skaters grant themselves—to take up space, to fall hard, to sweat without apology, and pick themselves and each other back up. The bruises fade. The community doesn’t.
SOMEONE TO ADMIRE
A third-grader squares her shoulders beneath a borrowed lab coat. For five minutes, she is Marie Curie—not pretending, but becoming. Her voice steadies. Her gestures grow precise. In this moment between childhood and what waits beyond, I see two people at once: the girl with untied shoelaces and the woman she's already practicing to be.
A-WING MUSICIANS
People underestimate what teenagers are capable of. They mistake energy for carelessness, passion for impulsiveness. These photographs tell a different story. A drum major leading the band on the field. A cellist’s fingers finding each note with calm precision. A rock band that makes an auditorium full of people move as one. Passion and talent are here, but also the steady presence of teachers who understand that excellence is a habit, not an event. These images are of character revealed—young people discovering who they are, what they can do, and what it means to commit to something larger than themselves.
LONGMONT
For over a decade, Longmont has been more than just a location—it's been my home. Since 2011, I've witnessed the town's transformation, its rhythms and changes capturing my imagination with each passing year. I pause whenever something catches my eye—a fleeting moment, an unexpected scene, a glimpse of local life that tells a story without words.
With each observation, I absorb not just a view, but a fragment of Longmont's evolving narrative. A weathered building, folks at the county fair—these are the moments that breathe life into my understanding of this place I call home.
FERRIS WHEELS & SUN BURN
I’m obsessed with the fleeting moments. Those times that are so ordinary a memory is not recorded. Whether it’s standing in line a ferris wheel or taking a moment to watch the current of the ocean drift by.
ROAD SIDE
An old building weathered over time. A post without its sign. Sunlight on sand dunes. Sand blowing across an empty street. The ghost of what’s left behind. Noticing with intention, seeing what others pass by.