The American West
2015-18

The following photos are some of my earliest; my journey with a camera began on a dazzling trip to the autumn-gold aspens of Northern Arizona. The photos appeased my mom, telling stories I had trouble describing beyond “really cool” or “super pretty”. As the tally of trips and photos from the American West began to accumulate, I found myself more and more enamored by the grandeur of golden hour, the sublime of shadows, and the serendipity of perfectly candid portraits.