A La Light

A La Light, Midtown East, Fall 2026

Recollection

While all we have is the present, our minds have an interesting way of recollecting our pasts. We believe in the objective nature of our memories but in fact they are not so reliable. The only truth we can rely on is that of immersing ourselves in the clarity of the present moment that lies beyond the nets and veils our minds trap us in, beyond our preconceptions and assumptions. To truly meet in absolute presence with another, is that not the greatest aim? The only way to get there is to work through the mist of our minds. We did this with ease as children, and now we must revisir that state of bliss as adults.

Central Park

I went for a photo walk through Central Park, here’s a few treasures I found (created).

Photographs include: The Plaza, outside The Met, detail of The Plaza, Central Park benches, architectural detail, The Lake from Bow bridge

As Is Life

As is life, somewhere between reality and imagination.

Montauk Point Beach, Long Island, New York

How Presence Transcends the Distinctions of Photographic Categories

I’ve struggled with my dual interests in landscape photography and conceptual photography. It feels like they are disparate, almost as if one negates the other, but something deeper down tells me that isn’t so. When I think about the audience, it seems they are on other sides of the planet. But when it comes to making art, for the artist, it’s not about the audience, is it? As the artist, in the moment of creation, it is a wholly present experience with the here and now. I’m absorbed by the details of the light illuminating the Silver Feather grass like a million halos, or by the way the harsh afternoon sun throws the inky shadow of a welded gate onto the surface of a peeling facade. For me, in the moment of looking and the moment of capture, it is not about the subject matter as much as it is about the quality of light and composition. It is in the preconceived distinction of forms between landscape photography and conceptual photography that I believe causes the illusion of the two forms being distinct. It’s also in the history of photography, people rolling their eyes at the thought of photography being anything like the other visual art forms, until Stieglitz came along with Equivalents. Perhaps this is what makes photography so uniquely its own world, it simultaneously is document and original, it really just comes down to the way your preconceptions are wired. That’s what I’ve always loved about photography since I was 12 years old, that it had the power to challenge how I looked at things, places and people. The end results may appear different, but at the moment of creation, it’s simply about my being captured by what grabs my attention and brings me into the present moment.

Montauk Point Lighthouse, Montauk, NY

Room 12, Topping Rose House, Bridgehampton, NY

Upstate NY in Autumn

Sooo it’s been a minute (years) since I’ve touched my Etsy. I’ve had pictures sitting on my external collecting digital dust just because I haven’t had time to give them the love they need. It’s strange how things work out, by giving the distance of time to images captured, it’s easier to see them for what they are. I’ve been giving a lot of extra love to the beauty of color grading, pulling out the colors that were there and to recreate the feeling and atmosphere of the place. All that to say, I’ve been listing listing listing some of my favorite pieces on Etsy so if you feel so inclined, check ‘em out!

Watkins Glen State Park, Upstate NY Autumn Prints 🍂

Light Amidst Darkness

“Still, a great deal of light falls on everything” Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother Theo, 1882

Taken somewhere in the Lower East Side, summer 2026

Pothole Dreams

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Pothole dreams got me
Fishin’ down a stream.
Long days in the sun
Is where I belong.
I crave salty air
And how it tangles in my hair.
Sick of this flat earth
And train rides under cold dirt.
This is not where I belong,
This is not where I belong!
Where sewers seep
And you can’t get to sleep,
Because sirens won’t stop -
This Big Apple surely rots.
Get me out of here
Before I lose all that’s sincere.
Get me back in the sun
Where we all get along
And the pace is slow
And there’s no need for go, go, go.
I’ve got nothing to prove
Except my love for you
And I’m finding it hard to do
When I’m drowning in a noose.
My soul wants to break free,
Oh baby won’t you come with me?

Land Bridge in Bar Harbor, Maine at Sunset

In Attempt to Save..

In Attempt to Save the Dynamism of the Soul From the Corruption of Man

In Attempt to Save the Dynamism of the Soul from the Corruption of Man, NYC, 2026

We Belong in the Woods

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Acadia National Park

We belong in the woods

Lost between mountains

And our deep sense of peace -

Not stuck on the 7

While a self proclaimed devil

Runs through Grand Central

Wielding a machete

I Belong to The Sun

in ,

I belong to the sun

And rustling leaves,

To the birds and their tunes

To the sweet gentle breeze.

I belong on dirt roads,

Barefoot and dusty,

To the creeks and mountains

Where nature surrounds me.

I belong in small towns

Where there’s not much to do,

Except go on long hikes

And crack a cold one with you.

I belong on the beach

With my feet in the sand,

Listening to Zach Bryan

While you hold my hand.

Muffled malaise
Monotonous madness
Mischievous monstrosities

To Fill The Void

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Abstraction From Above, LIC, May 2026

I am not meant for cities

Where rats cross the street,

And nobody smiles

Because everything stinks.

Where your money falls short

But the rent keeps rising,

You can’t go for a swim

Or you’ll end up dying.

So we pay for spa treatments

And buy shit we don’t need,

To fill the void of

Not feeling one with

Anything.

Is This The Way of Life?

It’s sunny, and all I wish is to
Frolic in fields, yet I sit
Under florescent lights dressed
In black. Is this the way of life?

Monotone Malaise

Photography is not limited to a mere act of documentation, it is a tool to visualize the ephemeral feeling of an inner space, using the outer world as both muse and canvas. We see the world through our unique lens of perception, and photography parallels this subtle and often unrecognized aspect of how we interact with, and create, our reality.

Monotone Malaise, Long Island City, 2026

The World Will Try to Take Away..

The world will try to take away your curiosity, your passion, your innocence, and you must push back against this force, you must rebel with the relentlessness of your spirit, else you will become annihilated, turned into a carcass stitched together by the thoughts and habits of already hollowed men.