When I first moved closer to Washington, DC, the city was a labyrinth waiting to be explored. Amidst the confusion, 16th Street emerged as my North Star, always leading me home. As I continue to navigate the intricacies of work and life, I'll keep exploring this project, capturing the city's pulse one frame at a time.

-On Going

Armed with nothing but my camera, I ventured out to the William H.G. Fitzgerald Tennis Center - a place that exudes a sense of solitude amidst the city's chaos, a place where my lens could capture the raw essence of the moment. The rain was harsh, ye
Armed with nothing but my camera, I ventured out to the William H.G. Fitzgerald Tennis Center - a place that exudes a sense of solitude amidst the city's chaos, a place where my lens could capture the raw essence of the moment. The rain was harsh, ye
Armed with nothing but my camera, I ventured out to the William H.G. Fitzgerald Tennis Center - a place that exudes a sense of solitude amidst the city's chaos, a place where my lens could capture the raw essence of the moment. The rain was harsh, ye
Armed with nothing but my camera, I ventured out to the William H.G. Fitzgerald Tennis Center - a place that exudes a sense of solitude amidst the city's chaos, a place where my lens could capture the raw essence of the moment. The rain was harsh, ye
Armed with nothing but my camera, I ventured out to the William H.G. Fitzgerald Tennis Center - a place that exudes a sense of solitude amidst the city's chaos, a place where my lens could capture the raw essence of the moment. The rain was harsh, ye
Armed with nothing but my camera, I ventured out to the William H.G. Fitzgerald Tennis Center - a place that exudes a sense of solitude amidst the city's chaos, a place where my lens could capture the raw essence of the moment. The rain was harsh, ye
Armed with nothing but my camera, I ventured out to the William H.G. Fitzgerald Tennis Center - a place that exudes a sense of solitude amidst the city's chaos, a place where my lens could capture the raw essence of the moment. The rain was harsh, ye
Armed with nothing but my camera, I ventured out to the William H.G. Fitzgerald Tennis Center - a place that exudes a sense of solitude amidst the city's chaos, a place where my lens could capture the raw essence of the moment. The rain was harsh, ye
Armed with nothing but my camera, I ventured out to the William H.G. Fitzgerald Tennis Center - a place that exudes a sense of solitude amidst the city's chaos, a place where my lens could capture the raw essence of the moment. The rain was harsh, ye
Armed with nothing but my camera, I ventured out to the William H.G. Fitzgerald Tennis Center - a place that exudes a sense of solitude amidst the city's chaos, a place where my lens could capture the raw essence of the moment. The rain was harsh, ye
Armed with nothing but my camera, I ventured out to the William H.G. Fitzgerald Tennis Center - a place that exudes a sense of solitude amidst the city's chaos, a place where my lens could capture the raw essence of the moment. The rain was harsh, ye
When I first moved closer to Washington, DC, the city was a labyrinth waiting to be explored. Amidst the confusion, 16th Street emerged as my North Star, always leading me home. As I continue to navigate the intricacies of work and life, I'll keep e