Florida is a strange place. It’s a strange place to be from and a strange place to visit. When I go back to my hometown, It feels like I’m visiting a familiar zoo. I know the sights, but I’m not on the inside. This trip was quick and without a stop at the lion’s den (or as I like to call them, visiting with old friends who haven’t left). Maybe next time.

My first audio slideshow on the oldest overnight protester at Occupy Wall Street, also known as the reason I’ve been too busy to post on Meridian.

A fond look back at three years working for Patrick McMullan Company.

I was interviewed about my observations at the Occupy Wall Street Protests for a podcast, y’all.

There was a protest in Lower Manhattan this afternoon, against Wall Street and capitalism in general. As Wall Street falls in my beat for my journalism program (more on that later, promise) I biked down with my camera and notepad.

The Observer loves to call me when I’m about to teach at 3rd Ward. When I last shot for them, I got to rush out of class to go shoot. This time, however, I had to shoot in the Upper Eastside and then teach in Bushwick 30 minutes later. For non-New Yorkers, let me explain – that doesn’t sound remotely conceivable.

Turned in an application for an urban agriculture grant. Here are the photos I hope seduce them.

I have found plenty of inspiration from tumblrs, sadly without any photo credit.

I’ve been dreaming of Mexico City since an admirer in college tried to impress me with a story about an drug-fueled drive through the night to go to one party there. I was fascinated with the dedication to get to the scene, if not the participant.

I don’t know about you guys, but all these protests are awfully exciting. The Libyan photos were actually feeling especially romantic, which was pretty alarming until I realized that they were reminding me of some of my favorite photojournalism from the Spanish Civil War.