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September 28, 2018

Dear Diary,

Why is it that I can stand in the middle of a crowded New York street and point my Nikon at strangers—but, walking up to people and asking them to pose for the camera scares me shitless? Yesterday, after 2 years I finally did it.


Fobish

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September 21, 2018

Dear Diary,

I was talking to my mother this morning. We are separated by time zones and oceans, but keep up our ritual of morning tea over FaceTime. Years ago, when I lived with her, I fought her tooth and nail about silly things. Today, she is my most loyal friend, ready to pick up my phone, even if it’s 3 o’ clock in the night.

My mother tells me, “No matter what you go through, don’t stop doing what you love.” So, here I am taking photographs of a city I love. As I look at its ginormous structures I see hope—the triumphant specter of Empire State, a building with a hole that looks like a window, a graffiti of a woman clasping her lover.

xoxo
Fobish

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