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Over the years, some of my favorite photographic work has been focused around oaks. Each tree is so different from the next that it feels like shooting an entirely different subject each time. As I matured in my art form, I found that my pictures became more creative, with more thought on composition, exposure, and metering. Now, in my senior year in high school, five years after picking up a camera for the first time, I am also employing the styles of famous photographers from the 1920s and 30s.


The oak tree has served as a symbol of and for this city. They have stayed standing through some of the toughest times in New Orleans’ history. It is representative of the idea that no matter how far a New Orleanian may venture, they always maintain a strong connection to their home, the same way that an oak’s branches can stretch out for entire football fields, but are completely reliant on the roots from which they emerged. This symbol serves as a reminder of how important a New Orleanian’s sense of homeland truly is. Personally, as my departure date for college in Tennessee 

approaches with a seemingly increasing rapidity, this relationship appears in my mind more and more often.

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