.​            I received my first camera when I was very young from my mother. She gifted me my red rinky dink point and click on one of my birthdays but I can’t for the life of me remember which one. At the time I didn’t know why she bought it for me but now that I look back it was probably because she caught me messing around with her film so much and wanted me to stop wasting it. Even though she would never tell me it was a waste, it was, but only in the terms of monetary value. Not in the terms of setting a whole life precedent for me to see the world at a different angle, even if that angle has to be me lying back down on a gravel road to shoot the exact portrait I want, or bending down in the middle of a street to work with motion blur in light. I’m not sure if my mother knew she had flipped a switch in my head; hell, I wasn’t too sure she did either till a couple years ago when I finally decided to take my first steps into becoming an artist and photojournalist. I deeply regret the fact that I wasn’t sure of myself or of my abilities for years; years until I made that one photo that really started it all. The very first photo where I truly impressed myself and saw value in what I was doing and in the fact that I could not indeed make it any better than I already had. It’s kinda funny how life freely shows those little changing moments with you later down the road; the ones you never realized made you who you are till you were already the person they made you into. Ever since then I've made great strides while creating images during grand events and at places like: Standing Rock Native American Reservation, Disrupt Jan20 in Washington D.C and the first Women's March, as well as The Peoples Climate March and other places along my travels. My other love is artful portraiture, something I've been creating spontaneously for years and have been developing my own style in. I'm constantly trying to do new things, whatever they may be, as long as my camera is in hand.

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