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The Art of Questioning

The Art of Questioning

I walk up the steps towards the heavy dark wooden doors. I’ve noticed this building for years, with its arched windows and impressive cement structure, but this was the first time I would walk inside. I step into the office where visitors buy tickets for the museum....

Ghost Stories

I hesitate to try and explain who Jack Kerouac is because he is my hero. I feel I’d never be able to do justice to the person he was. I usually just tell people to read his work, because that’s how I’ve grown to understand him. Like many of us, he was a complicated...
Up in the Clouds

Up in the Clouds

Only a week ago, I was sitting on an airplane headed to Denver. As our plane departed, the New York City skyline came into view, the tops of skyscrapers covered in a thick fog. Never in my life have I been so happy to see U.S. soil. I took this picture from my window...
A Hurricane’s Lullaby

A Hurricane’s Lullaby

My first time seeing the full extent of the damage Irma had caused was five days after the hurricane had hit. Before the storm, one of my favorite views of St. Thomas was from the passenger side window of a black Toyota truck. As we drove down winding roads that...
The New St. Thomian

The New St. Thomian

Sweat trickled down my face as I continued up the crumbling staircase. It was another sunny afternoon on St. Thomas, and I had decided to go solo exploring in Charlotte Amalie. I carried my trusty camera around my neck, the strap now soaked in sweat. I followed the...