Photography
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
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.
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.
Blazing beams on
Wintered skin feels
Religious: Have I been
Reborn, or is this what
Ordinary life is like?
How to reconcile the banality of my external — no — I will not be caught in the deception of duality, it is all my life. There is time for what I enjoy to do and time for what I must do.
Everyone’s busy,
Running around, full
Of thoughts and
Emotions. I just wish
To sit by the stream
And watch water
Carve rocks.
Dry eyes
Warm heart
I regret what was
Said in the dark
Legs entwined
Minds at rest
All is forgiven
When dreams are cast
Stillness in an unstill place
But my chest still aches
What have I become
What will I be
I feel like a spec
Though I span galaxies
Fragile Resilience, photographic print, 2026
A new path has appeared
And I fear the loss of idleness
But life without change is death
So I march into the fog
With a clear mind and open heart
Ready to shake off the darkness
That has obscured my light
New York City, 2025
It’s easy to flow when there’s no rubble to block the way, but life often comes with snags. Rather than wishing for an easier path, sharpen your mental tools that will prepare you to overcome life’s inevitable obstacles. Most suffering is created in the mind, so when we improve the quality of our thoughts, we improve the quality of our life.
It is not the subject that I find interesting, but the way in which a common scene acts as a canvas for my perception to transform beyond its common state of being, and consequently my ordinary state of feeling and seeing. I prefer discovery over creation. Photography is the only art form where perception itself becomes the driving force. There is no pencil to paper, no molding of clay, it is the purely intangible act of visual perception that creates the image. The act of photographing offers me a way out of common life and habitual thought patterns, it frees me from myself. For me, photographing in this way, it becomes a spiritual act. It is an intimate state of coming back to the divine and beautiful nature of life itself.
Photographs taken in Astoria Park, Feb., 2025
The gentle presence of snow is at once calming to the body and enlivening to the spirit. Being from the south, I still — after several years living up north — find snowfall to be a particularly special occurrence. To see a park that was once familiar transformed by a beautiful soft blanket that covers everything the eye can see, it’s easy to compare this visual endlessness with the nature of ones spirit: The spirit does not demand recognition and yet its presence is felt easily when one is quiet; The nature of spirit is lighter than a feather and yet its powerful affect touches every moment of the soul. Walking through the snow, everything becomes softened not only visually, even the sound of distant conversations and cars going by becomes a gentle, dreamlike melody. Times like this remind me once more that your highest self is not found through force but surrender. To move softly through the world, to move within ones own very self, is poetry too pure for articulation.
The golden hue of sunrise bathes me, cleanses me, purifies me. It tells me to relax, to feel, to become more softly attentive. Today is a new day and I am thankful to be alive.
“To feel anything
deranges you. To be seen
feeling anything strips you
naked. In the grip of it
pleasure or pain doesn’t
matter. You think what
will they do what new
power will they acquire if
they see me naked like
this. If they see you
feeling. You have no idea
what. It’s not about them.
To be seen is the penalty.”
It’s all here and now, all the love, all the beauty, if only we can take a moment to slow down, you will find the extraordinary woven into the fabric of your own daily life.
Found this beautiful scene on a crisp, sunny Sunday Morning walk. Love my neighborhood of Astoria, Queens!
“You cannot expand your truth until you first understand your truth.”
“Ideals, when utilized to their greatest extent, are to be goals that lift you higher, not expectations that weigh you down.”
This twelve-month calendar features beautiful photographs taken throughout the vibrant neighborhood of Astoria, Queens in New York City! From the dazzling Fourth of July fireworks display at Astoria Park and picturesque winter scenes to our beloved Neptune Diner, this calendar beautifully captures the heart and charm of Astoria.
You can checkout the calendar online at my Etsy site as well by following this link: https://www.etsy.com/listing/1813931675/2025-calendar-of-astoria-queens-new-york?ref=listings_manager_grid
