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PT.  1

What a beautiful thing it is to see, to stop, to stare, to pause time. We pass through endless doors, roam over
countless floors.  A contstant rush. When I can, I try to avoid this. I find myself thinking of all the stories that were built over
these floors. All the journeys that began through the passing of a door. You see, these surfaces, these people, these places are so much
more than what they appear.  Sometimes I feel as if they whisper, not with words, but with their strange beauty. They’ve seen so much.
So I stare, for a little.
They things we see deserve our time. And we too deserve to just stop for a second.



balloon - brooklyn, ny

this baloon made me wonder. 


 





coney island - brooklyn, ny

stare, into the face of the unknown, there you can find new things. 




kellogs dinner - brooklyn, nyc 

       those nights, when time is a blur.


cape hotel - miami beach, fl
your colors captivated me, as if it was not real. i was stuck in a moment.






cape hotel - miami beach, fl

your colors captivated me, as if it was not real. i was stuck in a moment.




canal street, chinatown

on my way home, a rainy day there he sat. a young soul i do not know.







down north 6 - brooklyn, ny 

crazy minds break young? i think they do, but for the better. they break free. 








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