I lose myself in the beautiful identity of any Gas Station, the kind of stops during the specific hours of a certain day of the week. The way the night lights up in those pockets of dark areas where all you see is a name and three pricings. Its a Regular experience but in my mind it is Premium with immense impact to my perspective. Where Mango’s Mind goes, so do the Gas Stations.

Circa - April, 2021 in Santo Domingo famously known as Dominican Republic. Beauty in the Madness of these strong cultured DR streets.

Pockets of Light are one of Visions most greatest gifts to enjoy. I love to capture them in layers sometimes and I really enjoy when its a half and half, using the light in a way that engages the mind to distinguish the source of it. A distinguishing that allows you to ask in this light component but also just enjoy other parts of the image.

Circa - August 19th, 2020 in Evergreen, Colorado. A place in my mind that is complete home to my soul from its top harvested flowers to the highest slope I can shred down. The Mile High. Looking back is rare but whenever it happens, theres a Diamond amidst what’s viewable.

Sunshine seeping through the Balcony. Marble Stairs. Chapel Door. Great Rising from the Cana. Half Asleep and seeing eye boogers through a Viewfinder more then anything. Call it “Flu Game”.

A very identifiable part of Randall’s Island at a very specific time of Rising. The suns rays flow into the shape of any form of architecture or area. The more distinguished, the more the light seeps through in such a reviving form. Im on my way.

Nothing feels ok but then again nothings falling apart. The weather sucks but Im still smiling, I just really hate this part. “Do you need help?” Im ok thank you so much, “I should’ve said yes… I can’t take this”. I cry it out and it feels better but I still need to… “NEED TO WHAT?”. You know that thing people do but they barely really do it, its everyday with a lot of people but you know….. “KNOW WHAT ?!?!”. I just really wanna talk even if no one listens. I hope someone out there is. For the both of us.

Soaking in so much Film and different forms of shooting it I came across 24mm. A Format probably no one shoots and I glorify that. One of my first captured moments on 24mm. I remember staring onto this and feeling like I saw myself. Full of light but theres Shadow & Depth, even a little Darkness always present. Many shops still ask me why I shoot it or pay so much to develop 24mm Stock, that’s because I want to. My Mind said so. And the joy of these results cannot amount to a cost.

Not the best Neighborhood in the Motherland of Dominican Republic. The gloomiest day of them all. The air and town held a different feeling, it rained, it predicted to rain all day. But the Pueblo kept flowing like the predicted Forecast.

If you’ve made your way through my Mind this far, you know Gas Stations live in here strongly. Headed to the Pueblo, we made a stop and so did they. My mind basked for several moments before my eyes captured.