One of my goals when I started sharing my photography online was to not try to put it in any sort of context. But to have the world speak for itself. That’s why my blog is very scattered with photos that don’t really follow the timeline of my life. There are photos from 5 years ago, when I first began to gravitate towards photography, that I still have not shared but hopefully will one day. I just wanted to portray my travels in a way that was very third person. As a visitor observing a life that will continue with or without me. Undisturbed by my presence in that moment.

It’s strange. In a lot of ways my photography stands apart from my reality. These photos are more so an observation of the reality of others that I’ve been blessed to be around at particular moment in my life. I enjoy mixing and matching photos from different cultures and places, because I’d much rather blend humanity together than differentiate between us. I enjoy jumping back five years to share a photograph because it reminds me that life has pushed forward since that time. I’d much rather invoke an emotion from the viewer of the photo than classify and organize the photos to the viewer. What I take out of a photo I post is probably much different than what some of you might feel upon seeing it. I think that’s a powerful testament into how vast and beautiful this world is. But more importantly, this world is mysterious. And the more I have been blessed to see of it, the more curious I am to see what it has to teach me.

A lot of times I feel so humbled looking back at my photos. They remain timeless even though I’ve changed so much since taking them. My photography is a reminder to me of how in the macro scheme of things, life is constant, despite how turbulent my personal existence is to me.

So to conclude this ramble, I hope you all have felt something from the photos I’ve posted whether on here or Instagram and I thank you for your intrigue and kind messages. Salam.