After an exhausting 24 hours of travel, I'm officially back to bundling up to escape the snowy cold of New England. Though it's been lovely to see the sun for a change, I can't help but miss the misty, overcast perpetual drizzle of Paris.

As I settle in and mull over the last 5 weeks I realize just how special my time in Paris was. Though I was living completely independently in a country where I didn't know the language, I still felt completely at home. I'm deeply indebted to the city and the people I met there. It was an absolute dream to be able to walk out the door everyday with my sketchbook and little minolta camera and have nothing to do but explore. Photography has become a tool I rely on more and more as a method of note taking and an exercise in composition. I don't find it at all dissimilar from my approach to painting or drawing. The confines of the viewfinder and the technical parameters of a camera have allowed me to stretch my definition of image-making. Though I'll miss Paris, I can't wait to bring back what I've learned to Providence and allow myself to explore the city I've called home for almost 3 years.



A few shots from a weekend trip to Versailles. I loved that in the winter it is stripped down to it's bare essentials and almost completely empty.