Some snapshots from last weekend in NYC. A weekend completely relaxing and full. Little moments that stood out to me enough that I thought it worthy being captured in time. It's crazy how much a picture can stir so much emotion up in me. I find myself becoming very attached to certain moments. Reliving them over and over again in my head. Like the very first time I came to NYC and felt overwhelmingly very much a part of something thriving and engine-like. Or the very first day I spent in Philadelphia. A day spent all by myself lost at every corner, yet I still felt completely at ease with myself and the alien place I happened to find myself in. Or that time my family and I got stuck in a tropical rainstorm in Penang, Malaysia, but felt no need to go back inside for shelter. Instead we let the rain come down on us and felt every drop because we knew we may never have another chance like this to be this close to nature. When I feel a little stir inside of me and I want to remember it, I'll take a picture. A visual complement to a memory of a feeling that is worth every single second it took to get the lighting just right.