Its a warm summer day in Queens, New York. as I walk by, I saw this beautiful moment unfold. When I saw these children playing by the fire hydrant, I was compelled to take a photo of them. Instantly, I was transported back to my adolescence in the Dominican Republic. I still hold on to the pure joy and innocence of those days. Those experiences shape how I view and capture the world.
Fragment of my memory
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Fragment of my memory
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Its a warm summer day in Queens, New York. as I walk by, I saw this beautiful moment unfold. When I saw these children playing by the fire hydrant, I was compelled to take a photo of them. Instantly, I was transported back to my adolescence in the Dominican Republic. I still hold on to the pure joy and innocence of those days. Those experiences shape how I view and capture the world.