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October 2016

New York, NY

We are sitting at our gate in the airport and Molly and Anton are teasing me about how I am always loosing things. I am searching my bag for my camera, the most important thing I have brought with me on this trip, and its not coming up. I rumace through my bag, eventually taking all its content out, but its not there. Molly and Anton stop their teasing, and I run back to the security check point to see if it was left there, but I know its lost hope. The camera was left in the uber we took to the airport. I slowly start to realize there will be no photography of this trip, which is more painful then the idea of my camera being lost. I feel almost numb, unable to accept what had happened. 

I came to the conclusion that no camera doesn't have to mean no photography. On the trip I used my Iphone and my dads (very) old Nikon to capture images of the city. They are nowhere near what I had hoped, but this is what comes of challenges. Below are poems and snapshots from our four days spent there. 

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Freja
Sonnichsen

© December 2016

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