ANOTHER POETIC APRIL

I am always late to posting—it's kind of my thing at this point. I’ve never been great at sharing just for the sake of staying “present” online. I usually wait until something actually moves me, and I guess that doesn’t help with the algorithm, strategy, or any kind of self-marketing. But honestly… it is what it is. And in these strange, shifting times, I’m learning to be okay with that.

So, here I am… finally sharing April.

April was wild—in the most beautiful, chaotic way. I barely slept, spent hours on the road, and probably ate more empanadas than anyone reasonably should. But I also learned so much. I got to spend time with some of the most thoughtful, generous humans I know. And I felt, more than ever, that the work I’m doing has real purpose.

Lately, life has felt a little surreal. Like I’m floating through moments that are too big to fully grasp. But when I sit down to edit photos for organizations that are out here trying to soften the world—to make it feel more welcoming, more human—I remember why I do this.

My photography still has so much room to grow, and I love that about it. That it keeps me curious. But getting to work on projects I believe in? That’s everything.

With O, Miami, I feel seen.  I feel welcome.  feel joy. And that, to me, is the heart of it all.