Covid Diaries

The photographs in this series serve as a personal diary, visually chronicling my days of isolation in both Brooklyn and SF Bay Area



MARCH 2020’ Isolated in Bushwick apartment, I heard Willie Colon blasting through the window, there was still some life outside.





Days of editing, sequencing images, drinking mezcal negronis, walks in and out of the kitchen, indoor bike rides, cooking and pondering my next step lingered. Maybe I should get out of NYC. I have no way of knowing how long this is going to last. I want to see nature, I want to see my family.



APRIL 2020’ Alright, I’ll go out and bike. Rockaways? LIC? 2am through NYC? Bike all the bridges in NYC? Sure, why not? Damn I could’ve been doing this the entire time. I feel safe. No one’s here. 
















MAY 2020’ What was already known about this country was once again brought to the surface. Justice for George Floyd, Breanna Taylor, Ahmaud Arbery.

JUNE 2020’ It’s getting to me that I have no idea when this pandemic is going to end. It’s summer in NYC yet feels so desolate. I’m getting out.



Pandemic weariness grows, planning a final NYC sunrise ride before leaving.



Orange skies over our heads in California, adding a surreal hue of daily life.






The slow and painful process of witnessing Thata grappling with dementia. 

















Is it over? When is it going to end?