As an early commuter for a few years, I was privy to the morning riders on the trains that crossed the Manhattan Bridge. My favorite moment during those rides was when the train would emerge from the tunnel. The cars would suddenly flood with morning light.
Taken with old point-and-shoot. Is a person ever truly whole? Can you ever really see a person’s entire being in clear focus? Are we not all fractured pieces, often reflective pieces? Or maybe I just need a new mirror.
He loves attention and loves a good cuddle. He also loves a good surprise attack, you never know when he’ll turn on you. I was thrilled to capture his personality in this imagine as he investigated Sidney.
Children wear their emotions on their sleeves and exude raw feelings and curiosity. They can still believe in magic.
Two weeks after DOMA fell. 2013 NYC Gay Pride Parade.
