While taking a brief moment to myself amidst the chaos leading up to my first ever international flight, I ended up in a stairway landing where geometric light rays beautifully accented the architecture of O'hare International Airport.
This photograph is part of a series titled "The Time Between Us" about documenting the time I have left with my aging mother. Through the years as I watched my mother age, I've realized that age could never hide her beauty. Fifty, Sixty, or Seventy…
As good as the real thing... When it comes to western eyes looking through frosty Russian dining-room windows like the little match girl, the eyes are never too big for stomachs wanting dishes we can find nowhere else. Even a potato tastes Russian in…