Has your mind ever gone completely blank when someone tells you to do something like “pick a song.” You just have far too many instances and options to choose from so your brain 404s and the best you can do is “Old McDonald had a farm.” That’s how it feels trying to recount not these photographs, but Tatiana. The person she is, the person I met her six years ago as, the person she’s been each of the almost ten times I’ve photographed. I’ve seen her struggle, succeed, seen tears and heard belting almost maniacal laughter. She’s the same relatively timid girl I met in Central Park six summers ago, but like many of the people I’ve witnessed grow through the perspective of my lens, she’s more sure of who she is than ever before. She’s found a rhythm in progression and it’s resulted in a stasis that resembles contentment while allowing for growth. She’s trusted me for all if not most of her adult life and I’ve done my best to honor that trust.

— Field Notes