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Last night I flew in from Haiti, where I spent a week living and shooting among the children of Grace school and orphanage on the island of Ille a Vache. I have tons of photos to share from that experience, but this is a different shot of Lulu from the silver lake flickr gathering I attended today.

Tomorrow I’m back into real life (groan). My teachers are going to hate me.
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  • from a day of exploring with natalie fong, ben zank, and jackson mcgoldrick in central park early one morning
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  • i’ve been in NYC the past week with Flickr’s 20under20! last night we had an exhibition at milk studios and it was such a blast. having a party with all of my favorite photographers from everywhere around the world inside the head of flickr’s apartment may be one of my favorite memories of the year.

This was a candid-ish shot of Lauren from a photo walk a few of us went on one morning
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  • 365/365: The End.
In all of my wildest dreams, thoughts, and ideas, never could I have imagined that I would be typing these words.
Three hundred and sixty five days ago, as I positioned my tripod and camera on day 1, climbed to the top of this same hill and jumped, never could I have expected the places it would take me, or how it would change me.
There was something healing about escaping to the woods every day after school. To immerse yourself in a story and take on a new character – it suddenly relieved the stress of the day. To be completely truthful, most of the time this project added stress instead of taking it away. I can’t count the nights I spent hours upon hours behind my camera, swiftly snapping away at the day’s photo, pushing off all other responsibilities in order to upload by midnight. But now that it’s all over, I’m genuinely happy of the effort I put forth to make each picture somehow better than the last, and I’m proud of every one of them, even the ones that made me cringe as I posted them. I can look back on any of these photos and immediately be transported into the emotions of the day; how I was feeling, what had happened, where I was, who I was with. And collectively, when viewed like flipbook, I can watch myself grow up. 
So this photo is a goodbye to the kid in the red cape and crown. It’s the end of a divide of sorts – how part of me wants to grow up but part of me wants to stay so little. An ode to moving on, to growing old, to bigger and better things, but never taking off the paper crown you made when you were five years old.
Thanks are due to so many people. To friends and family, for always providing an overflowing amount of love and support. To any and all of my models whom I consistently put through the worst of conditions. To every one of you who have kept up with and supported me throughout this project – you’re the reason I pushed myself to try and put out the best photo I could create every single day. And of course to my mom and dad for always lending a hand in a shoot, giving up an afternoon to help me cover a room in tin foil, dealing with my whining and grumpiness when a photo didn’t turn out, and providing endless assistance and encouragement this past year.
I can’t believe I’m done. This has been the craziest year of my life, but my favorite at that. To have something to look back on and remember all the times I had and things I did is something that makes the whole thing worth it. With the end of one year comes the start of the next, and I’m so excited for what’s to come. But for now, I’m going to take a break, catch up on sleep, and not give a single thought to what I’m doing tomorrow.

The end.
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  • 364/365: Tsunami.
Tomorrow’s the big day.
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  • 363/365: End Scene.
Totally didn’t mean to upload something this moody today. I had a pretty elaborate shoot at an apple orchard this afternoon, but of course, nothing turned out as I thought it would so this was a late-night diversion instead.

But I suppose that more than anything else, a rushed self portrait in the dead of night while panicking not to miss the day’s photo represents this project more than anything else. I really am going to miss it.
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  • 362/365: Touch the Sky
http://www.alexcurriemedia.com/2014/09/carly-chomen/
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  • 361/365: Blast Off
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  • 360/365: the mermaid who lost her tail
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We went cliff jumping at akron falls tonight. Where she’s sitting is usually a flowing waterfall, which was the original plan, but when we got there we realized the entire creek bed had dried up and the falls disappeared. We still jumped, and it was really cold.
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  • 359/365: 7AM
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