Porto, Portugal Photographed on Film

Location: Porto, Portugal
Date: March 21-30, 2022
Film Stock: Ektar 100, Portra 800


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4 tips on how to pose males who are not models

Hey guys, The other week I went out with my friend Alexandre to take some portraits. It came to my attention that people have a harder time directing and posing males than they do females. Why? Well It could be for a few reasons.

3 AM Night Photography in Lajes do Pico, Azores | Sigma 35mm F1.4 Lens

Hey guys, I hope you’re well. Down below are photos I took a few weeks ago wandering around Lajes do Pico at the quietest hours of the night. All shots were taken with the Canon 6D and Sigma 35mm F1.4 lens. Check out the video to see my general process while going about taking these … Continue reading 3 AM Night Photography in Lajes do Pico, Azores | Sigma 35mm F1.4 Lens

Summer Pictures from Pico Island (July 15- August 15, 2021)

Thank you so much for stopping by (:

Here is a collection of photos I’ve taken since arriving in Pico.

It’s already been more than a month here on the island and I’m grateful for my family & friends for making my time memorable.

This place was the catalyst for taking up photography, starting this website/blog and learning how to express myself creatively. Its a great pleasure to share these photos with you guys and hopefully inspire you to come visit one day.



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Street Photography in Newport,RI using a 50mm Lens.

The other week I took to the streets of Newport, RI with a 50mm lens. The following images are scenes I captured throughout the day with no particular plan, intention, or subject. Many of my photowalks I consider to be improvisational exercises that help me notice beauty and meaning in the everyday, ordinary world.

Photos taken March 14, 2021

Newport, Rhode Island

Canon 6Dwith 50mm f1.8

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My Phone’s Camera Roll Photos #2

Hey guys, I hope you’re doing well out there!

For this photoblog I scrolled through my phones camera roll and picked out 8 photos I wanted to share with you today. These photos aren’t necessarily my favorite, or best capture, but they’e meaningful to me and I think you’ll like them!

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Traveler & Tourist

Travel Itinerary

A tourist visits a country for a week or two on vacation.
A traveler visits a country for an extended period of time.

Tourists book their vacation a year or two in advance to get away from the everyday hustle. They want a holiday escape to unwind, relax, and take time off from their responsibilities.

Travelers go to a country on an expedition of sorts where the purpose is to learn something about the world. They want to stay for as long as possible or until they achieve what they originally set out to do.

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Finding Forgotten Memories: My Phone’s Camera Roll Photos #1

Hey guys, I hope all is well.

For this photo article I scrolled through my phone’s camera roll and selected 10 random photos I wanted to show and give context to. These photos aren’t necessarily my favourite, or best capture, but they’re meaningful to me.

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6 Principles For Life and Travel

If you’re twenty-two, physically fit, hungry to learn and be better, I urge you to travel – as far and as widely as possible. Sleep on floors if you have to. Find out how other people live and eat and cook. Learn from them – wherever you go.”

Anthony Bourdain

If you love traveling and your enthusiasm for foreign cultures prompts you to buy a one-way ticket, chances are you follow a certain set of unspoken rules that I call,

The Avid Traveler’s Code of Conduct.

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Travel Anecdotes from the Ocean State

Chapter 1 Arriving

Any foreign place that evokes wonder can eventually become familiar and indifferent. On a day like today, mostly grey, storm clouds hover right outside the kitchen window and the once green hillsides appear dark and distant beyond the white mist. If I take a breath and be for but a moment that traveler’s “wanderlust” returns which makes me believe it never truly left. And although I wish I could feel what I felt the first time I saw this place, I know I cannot.

Places echo the past. They hold our memories. Our minds filter novelty with everyday experiences and what was once imbued with awe is now… regular.

To travel is to express that deep residing curiosity, and to have traveled is to be familiar with what was once unknown and otherworldly.

Until I arrive in New England there’s plenty to focus on here. Like, rediscovering appreciation, practicing gratitude, and understanding that many people- most people actually- have never laid eyes on these Islands I have the pleasure to call home.

CHAPTER 2. Books

Picking up an interesting looking book, turning over the cover and reading the first few pages is always the hardest part.

Once I’m hooked though, reading is my preferred form of entertainment and education. With fiction novels theres something fundamentally satisfying about letting the author guide your imagination into a detail-rich world and then creating a bond between you and the characters.

On the other hand, there are certain non-fiction writers who eloquently bridge the gap from ignorance to awareness & understanding in the reader’s mind. They do this in such a way that you have to re-read to fully grasp the significance of the author’s words.

In both cases, how magnificent is it to be utterly absorbed by a body of text?

CHAPTER 3. What it feels like to buy a ticket home

For every adventure I embark on I feel I must bring something back home that either summarises or symbolises my trip. That something doesn’t have to be physical, in most cases it’s not. It’s usually knowledge of some sort, a new perspective that widens my overall awareness.

Buying a ticket home means that upon my arrival I’ll be able to share what it is ive found on my most recent trip. I’ve been on Pico Island the past eight months and despite this fact I worry that I wont have the words to describe everything happening thats changing me.

When my friends and family ask, so what have you been up to these past eight months, how was it, do you have any crazy stories you can tell- how will I respond?

Many of my friends and family haven’t seen me in years. They don’t know the half of it- only what I post on Facebook and Instagram which is minimal. How do I explain what happened, who I am, my goals and objectives. Do I have to at all or will they see it in my face, hear it in my words?

Buying a ticket home means leaving the home we’ve made here.

CHAPTER 4. At the Airport.

I’m sitting at gate 1 waiting for my flight to Ponta Delgada. How am I feeling? Heavy-eyed mostly. I guess you could say I’m calm. Everything went smoothly this morning. I packed what I needed, left the rest, gave my farewells to Mom, Ray, and the pups.

During the flight I questioned whether or not the farewell I gave to mom was good enough. I mean, If mom were to die while I’m in Rhode Island would I be content with what I last said to her?


“I love you.”

Yes, I would be. but I guess it doesn’t feel like enough. I struggle with the idea that the last conversation you share with someone happens without knowing it’ll be the final time. People always say, there was so much more I wanted to say, to ask and to know, but I’ll never get the chance again… they’re gone.

I know I’ll talk to her soon, but do I actually know? I assume I’ll talk to her but what if im not able to, what if something happens between now and then?

Chapter 5. Dual Citizenship

I called three or four places and each person I talked to lead me in the right direction.

First, I needed a long-form birth certificate with an original signature from whom issued it. I went to the vital records office in Providence at Federal Hill. Within 30-45 minutes I was in and out with said certificate and directions to the Secretary of State’s office.

I brought my long-form birth certificate and that’s where they certified it with an apostille.

I spent months in the Azores trying to do this same process but to no avail. I’m excited to finally see progress!








I handed all the required documents to the Portuguese consulate and the women running things told me it was now just a matter of time for all the information to be processed.

I don’t have anything physical to show besides a few receipts. Is it too soon to call myself a dual-citizen?

CHAPTER 6. 30 Days without a phone

Without a phone I realise how draining it can be to have both the real world and digital world competing for your attention. How can one be present for the people around them if they’re constantly checking notifications, updates, messages, texts, photos, articles, news, ect?

It is not possible to give your full undivided attention to the person you’re talking with if at the same time your phone beeps and cries for your time and attention.

Without a phone I’m constantly that person whose company is occupied elsewhere, somewhere in the digital space seeking SOS from the boredom that moment to moment experience entails.

Everyone looks like and exhibits qualities of a full blown addict. The only difference is that phone usage is sociably acceptable and encouraged.

CHAPTER 7. I won’t soon forget

One day I’ll wake up and be old.

I can see it now.

CHAPTER 8. On Boredom…

Where else but here and now is the perfect place and time to practice mindful awareness?

If boredom is what fills your day then let it be the object of your meditation. Watch for the unsettling feeling as thoughts and things compete for your attention.

Will you be compelled to look at your phone, or observe that feeling in stillness?


Instead of giving into your impulses, shake their hand and try to understand them. If you’re able to sit with boredom, are you even bored? If you’re able to sit with anger or any emotion for that matter, are you it (emotion)?

What does boredom entail, what does it consist of, and how long will it last as a fleeting state of mind?

I can see no reason as to why we should succumb to boredom with such an opportunity to be present.

CHAPTER 9. March 29, 2020

I dreamt of Colombia last night. I woke up and went for a long run.

Cars lined the streets on both sides bumper to bumper. A few people were out but I couldn’t see much in front of me as the grey mist shrouded downtown. Sunday morning church bells broke the silence, birds chirping, shoes shuffling. An old-fashioned-pipe-smoking man waves me good morning.

“Good morning”, I said. Yes indeed it is a good morning.



I’m sitting inside now drinking black silk and writing under a dim light.

In trying to find time to sit in silence. I feel unearthed, unable to grasp ground with my roots. Wherever I go life is happening, wherever I go I find myself looking back at where I’ve been.

I suppose this is my silence- pen to paper- and I shouldn’t look further for solace.

CHAPTER 10. Nana’s Grocery list

  1. Soap
  2. Hand soap
  3. Face wash
  4. Waste basket
  5. Mop
  6. Wet dog food
  7. Ketchup
  8. Mustard
  9. Toilet Paper
  10. Lysol
  11. Night light

CHAPTER 11. Belonging

I feel like I don’t belong to any one place.

Here I am in Rhode Island thinking back to my roots. They extend from little ol’ Rehoboth to Pico Island.

All that happened is somehow with me, a recollection of events I recall in my playlists of songs. I remember a powerful sun who’s warmth I carried both in my smile and in my chest, beating to a mid- summer thunderstorm.

I would sit outside on the entrance steps watching our dog Bo sit cross-legged waiting for mom’s arrival like an honourable companion.

I think back to late September after my South-American summer. Six months passed in shadows and then there I was again walking the same shorelines I came to know so well.

Now I’m here, but so much of myself is scattered elsewhere.













CHAPTER 11. Tacks on a Map

I’m not sure what I think or believe until I either say it aloud, or write it in ink.

If nothing else, this journal is a psychological expedition into the unknown parts of my mind.

CHAPTER 12. Quarantined…

-you know you’re regressing as a person when you start eating pop-tarts in bed.

I did not expect my Spring to be spent cooped up inside waiting for Summer’s arrival and a deadly virus’s departure.

My days are spent thinking about what I should do and then doing something else entirely. Why write when I can play, why read when I can watch?

All this social media optimism pisses me off. As much as I respect and appreciate an optimistic perspective amidst a shitty situation, why can’t anyone be a realist for a second?

Yes, with new-found time we can focus on passion projects and things we usually don’t have time for, but people are dying by the thousands everyday.

And to be honest,(maybe this is pessimism) as imperfect, habit engrained, stubborn creatures we’re likely to become depressed and anxiety-ridden rather than creatively productive.


Speak for yourself, you might say.

I see you, though. For fuck-sake we are not these optimally functioning, highly productive, creative saints. We gorge ourselves with food and media. We obsess over pop-culture trends and political headlines. We want so desperately approval and confirmation from our peers that we pretend, or over-emphasise our productive behaviour.

Despite my clear frustrations, I do throw my hands up to those taking advantage of their time.

I just feel like the idea that the majority of people suddenly turned a new leaf and left their self-destructive habits behind is bogus.

CHAPTER 13. No-Man Mentality

Saying “no” to bad decisions gives you more time and energy for good decisions.

When you make a bad decision it’s usually because one of two things: lack of impulse control or bad habit. Or maybe you find it much more difficult to say no than to say yes.

Think of it in terms of opportunity cost.


Usually a bad decision has immediate and temporary benefits whereas a good decision has delayed and lasting benefits.

Thinking in terms of opportunity cost is a great way to measure your choices and therefore the value of the decisions you make.

Chapter 14. Buzzards Bay, MA

Water glistens like summer eyes. 
Blossoming spring, birds chirp the theme 
and the sound of woodwork beyond the pond centres me

CHAPTER 15. To North Dakota, I go

I have nowhere to be, no particular place to go. This is the traveler’s freedom and burden alike.

I feel content right where I am and wherever I go.

North Dakota- I didn’t think I’d be going there anytime in my forseeable future and now I’m set to stay for the summer.

I arrived in Minot, North Dakota last night after a full day of waiting in airports. Right now I’m with my brother Kegan and his wife Mariah who I haven’t seen in almost two years! I didn’t realize how much I missed them. I didn’t realize how fast these last 24 months went by. I never thought I’d go to North Dakota in my life, you know what I mean? It wasn’t exactly in my travel itinerary. Here I am though with family living life and creating moments, memories that I won’t soon forget. Oh, how could I? I do feel like I’m the middle of nowhere but I’m with my bro and that alone makes happy to be here.

Minot, North Dakota

I bought a flight to North Dakota with the purpose of reconnecting with my brother who I hadn’t seen in almost two years.

After basic and technical training in Texas, the Airforce assigned Kegan to the antonym of things-to-do Minot, North Dakota where if you look out into the distance all you see is land stretched out like a limber body.

I mean for miles and miles theres nothing but land.

The Great Plains is what they call it: Three-hundred-forty miles from east to west, 240 miles north to south for a total of a shit ton of nutrient-rich grasslands which farmers and migrating buffalo love(d) alike.

Here in Minot there isn’t much to do, or see for that matter especially for Airmen who request to be stationed in picturesque Colorado. Unfortunately location requests don’t hold weight when certain places have a higher need for particular jobs- that’s what my brother told me anyway.

Military Police, for example, are in much greater demand in Minot due to the nature of the base’s responsibilities which I have been reminded is classified, though a quick google search gives the general idea.

Minot, The Magic City

Nicknamed “The Magic City” for its relatively quick expansion in a short amount of time, Minot is not what is conventionally considered “magic.”

However, that doesn’t mean the magic city doesn’t cast a charm. It does in its own rural way.

While taking a walk I followed a dirt road that lead me to fields of yellow flowers. I came back later for sunset and found myself smiling at the scenery you see here in the photo. I stayed put for a while longer. I stayed until the sunset faded into a dark twilight.

I’ve been here since June 15th and although this place is in the middle of nowhere with not much going on I can’t bring myself to complain. I’m with my brother who’s life unfolds here for the next few years and I have the opportunity to be part of it again.

On the flight from Minneapolis, the woman I sat next to told me what to expect. She didn’t tell me much. Searching for adequate words she paused, looked at me and said ” It’s a great place for peace and quiet. Definitely good for reflecting.”

She was right.

In the week or so I’ve been here my brother and his wife showed me around town. One of the first days they brought me to a Vietnamese restaurant where they served delicious shrimp pho. Afterwards we went to a game shop and stopped for coffee. On the way home they told me I just saw 75% of Minot!

Since then I’d say I’ve seen another 10% or so as we walked around Scandinavian Heritage Park. To my surprise a large percentage of the local population is from Scandinavian countries and they showcase replica buildings from that area.

Beyond that, there’s not much to it. The airforce is the largest employer in Minot so you have mostly military folk and their spouses living in a place they don’t prefer and/or plan on staying in for any amount of time longer than required.

Coming up on two weeks that I’ve been here I have had time to reflect. I’m greatful for this. I see Minot as a buffer between the first and second halves of 2020.

I know by the time I leave North Dakota I’ll be well-rested, re-focused and ready to execute the rest of my plans for this yea

A strong gust of wind lifts hundreds of wispy dandelions into open air, under the bluest of blue skies.

Dakota Sky
Taken June 21, 2020
Minot, North Dakota

Bristol, Rhode Island

Like all of you, I spent both the winter season and spring cooped up at home social distancing, self-quarantining and losing partial sanity.

During the three months of lockdown I went through the same stages as you probably did. First, in-denial: I couldn’t believe all the new rules and precautions we were demanded to follow. Then, obsession: I watched the news and relentlessly scrolled through social media becoming even more flabbergasted. Thirdly, acceptance: I realised there’s nothing I could do except make the best of my time.

So I did (or tried to)

Realistically I wasn’t as productive, or well-balanced as I care to admit. However, looking back I had so many honest and enlightening conversations with my family that I was O.K with slack in my physical, financial, and creative pursuits.

That isn’t to say I gave up on those pursuits all together, instead they took on a different feel.

My time in Rhode Island proved to be nothing like I expected it to be. Instead it was completely spontaneous granted the circumstance the entire world found itself in.

Down below is a full collection that documents my time in Bristol, Rhode Island

Full Collections:

  1. Mt. Hope Farm & Church Cove
  2. Portra 400 Film Selects
  3. Track on Chestnut Street
  4. Rainy afternoon walk at Colt State
  5. Breath of Fresh Air
  6. A walk down the block

Photos taken between March and May of 2020.


Photos taken right before public parks closed in Bristol, RI.
Mount Hope Bridge through the clearing. To see full collection click here
Portra 400 film select. Click here to see all selects from February/ March
The Track On Chestnut Street
Rainy Afternoon Walk at Colt State. See full collection here
A Walk Down the Block. Full collection here

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Remembering Quito, Ecuador: Essential Questions on Travel and Purpose

I forget her name- that German girl I met at the Blue Youth Hostel in Quito, Ecuador. She spoke excellent Spanish and English. She held herself with a confident presence. She told me she found herself in Cali: the salsa capital of Colombia. Some of the most interesting conversations happen in hostels with people who’s … Continue reading Remembering Quito, Ecuador: Essential Questions on Travel and Purpose

May Memories on Cape Cod’s Canal

In the month of May I spent two weeks in Buzzard’s Bay, Massachusetts with family & friends.

During this time we made it a priority to walk along the canal at least once a day, although usually it ended up being two or three thanks to how scenic it was during the spring.

As of now I’m in North Dakota looking back on New England’s coast. My five month trip has come to an end and now I’m left with photographs and travel-journal entries that glimpse into my experiences. My time there brought back an unquestionable bond I have with my home state and for that I’m happy to share this with you!

Buzzard’s Bay home– May 13,2020

Water glistens like summer eyes.
Blossoming spring, birds chirp the theme
and the sound of woodwork beyond the pond centres me.


The Cape Cod Canal spans 7 miles from the northern Cape Cod Bay to Buzzard’s Bay in the south. From dawn till dusk I saw people exercising, fishing, roller blading, dog walking, and having a picnic.
Bourne Bridge at golden hour
Sunset fishing at the Cape Cod Canal Railroad Bridge.
Buzzards Bay, MA
Warmth in the evening

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Fort Myers, Florida

Fort Myers, among other popular Florida destinations, is known for its beaches, shopping centers, and fishing lifestyle. You and your loved ones can experience fun-outdoor activities whether that’d be swimming, kayaking, or sightseeing, dine at delicious ocean-side restaurants and wind down at the end of the day with a beautiful sunset view. If you plan … Continue reading Fort Myers, Florida