The beginning.

Images from across the pond and my grandma’s house in Logan Heights. Equipped with nothing more than a bag full of film, a backpack of clothes and a curiosity to travel abroad, my life changed the moment I boarded the airplane. I remember being in Rome and calling my grandma to tell her where I was. She asked me to go to Vatican City and say a prayer, I did. When I returned from Europe, I went to visit my grandma, and brought my camera. I’m not sure why I took my camera that particular day…? The last two images are of that special day.





Amsterdam.



Running of the bulls.



St. Emilion, France.




Venice.



Prague subway.




For sale.



Rome.




Swiss cabin.



Can you see the cat in the far left corner?



Grandma's kitchen.