At this moment in our country, undocumented immigrants are being targeted, threatened and stripped of their humanity.

This series of poems embodies the dreamlike nature of time, existence, and memory.

I took a bunch of different polaroids of my friend in a field.

To me, childhood looks like raspberries.

This photo began as an unplanned moment.

On the island of Mo‘orea in French Polynesia, pressures of modern life have forced many indigenous Māʼohi families to rely on tourism for financial security.

Oftentimes, when I think about history, I find myself assuming that the events of the past are divorced from the present, confined to my heavy textbooks.

This photo was taken on an especially foggy and damp day the beginning of fall.

This digital self-portrait explores the contrast between how I define myself and how others label me.

I spent the last summer in DC where I was living by myself.

Jellyfish have always been a significant part of me.

A moment before dusk where I capture the beauty of modern vehicles.

This photo uses a construction setting to represent the reality of growing up.

This was part of my senior portrait series.

I took this photo while walking around the Emeryville Marina with my mom.

At the end of the Bui Vien Walking Street, Vietnamese lanterns are hung, illuminating the surrounding darkness.

After a morning of heavy rain, I stepped outside hoping to photograph pooled water on leaves or flowers.

This piece was a shot that I captured for a project in advanced studio-art photography, and although it seems silly, I feel as though their are some deep themes within my photo.

This photo took of my father standing on the railway platform looking so melancholic contrasts sharply with the industrial architecture of the high rail canopy.

I saw this on a walk, thought I should save the memory.