Over the past few years, my relationship with the places in which I live has changed. As a 20-year-old college student, this is perhaps one of the normal and perspective-altering aspects of growing up: expanding my understanding of a location in relation to myself. Moments where my place of residence shifts from being where I reside to a deeper part of my identity: home.

A series of photos from my morning walk through East London.

Caught in an intensive week of essays and projects, as I worked to meet my first (of two) major project deadlines, I escaped to the Dawlish Coast with a couple of friends. Predicted to be one of the last warm weekends before the cold, dampness of fall set in, this short trip provided to be not only a nourishing break but also much-needed change of perspective.

At the beginning of the year, my Professor casually mentioned Bonfire Night, a fire-barrel carrying event in a nearby town, held annually on the 5th of November.  It sounded crazy, a spectacle like nothing I had ever seen. But the idea also captivated me. I was curious. What was at the core of this event: its motivation? Why was this such a deeply rooted tradition in Ottery St. Mary?

So. How do you capture place with only a few hours of shooting? I played with this exciting challenge during my visit this past weekend to Oxford. From the first moment I stepped off the train from London, I was captivated by the light: a stark blue that stretched across the sky in all directions. As the day went on, light cast sharp shadows across the town. Playing with light and shadow became a focus during my trip.

At the Borough Market the oldest food market in London, food becomes more than a line of products, but a performance that captivates the senses. Wandering through the market to shoot a magazine project for my Charles Dickens class, I was drawn to the enormous displays of color and texture that layer the space.

The financial district is regal in appearance. Large blocks of marble frame suited businessmen and women as they weave between crosswalks. Below is a short curation of images taken late Friday afternoon -- a couple blocks from St. Pauls Cathedral.

My journey through Edinburgh in photos.

While in London, I had the opportunity to photograph the October 20th Brexit Demonstration while on route to a course play. A report from the Guardian revealed this protest to be the largest since 2003 (against the Iraq War) with about 700,000 demonstrators. In these images, protestors are organizing flags and signs for the march.

Sometimes it can be an intimidating challenge to try and capture the incredible beauty and awe-inspiring emotion of a landscape. “How do I go about photographing something that has been captured thousands of times before?” This question kept nagging me as I began the hike from Beer to Branscombe.  

The center of the Exeter begins at the Cathedral, a 15 minute brisk, downhill walk from my residence at Exeter University. As I walk, I pass by the slightly out of budget, but conveniently placed Co-op, where I spent my first few pounds buying eggs and scones for breakfast, over a small bridge, under which a train rushes by, and beside the John Lewis department store, the tallest landmark on mainstreet -- my topographical beacon home.