I am a Puerto Rican photographer

I was born April 22,1994, the same day as Richard Nixon’s death. 

My mom is Puerto Rican and African-American; my dad is African-American. I have two sisters. I am the middle child. 

My sisters and I at the Puerto Rican Festival in Detroit, Michigan. My sister Yesi
(left) Me, and little sister Marisela.

          While growing up my mom surrounded us with the Hispanic culture, and taught my sisters and I how to dance as soon as we could walk. Salsa, Merengue and Bachata music could be heard almost every day: on the weekends while cleaning; in the car driving to the store; or just after eating arroz con abichuelas y chuletas (rice with beans and pork chops). I have loved music and dancing ever since.

I also have a passion for black and white silver gelatin photography, which is almost obsolete. My passion for photography, which began my junior year of high school, bloomed as I began to understand how much of a story could be told in one photo. That led me to want to peruse a career in photojournalism.
          I hope to travel around the world and become a freelance photographer. My goal is to have a picture in the New York Times or National Geographic.