I'm a 19 year old student, currently at Stanford University, happily undecided in my studies. I began, as I've heard it, "finding my artistic temperament," in Santa Fe, NM. I then moved to Paris, where I finished highschool. There, I built a darkroom in the (unventilated) bathroom and continued with B&W photography, exploring with pinholes, old flea market cameras, and different darkroom mess-arounds. I took a gap year before school, in which I worked at a photo-studio in Paris along with other odd jobs in Santa Fe and Hong Kong, and eventually got to traveling with a pinhole device and Rolleiflex. It was one of the last Rolleis without built in light-meter, and unfortunately, my external light-meter broke (which I only realized a few months in). The trip became a guesswork, and I've become very fond of the washed grey present in many of my photos -  it says what I can't. These photos presented are from that guesswork trip, and are of the people I met who wore their trodden paths well. They are shot with a 1951 Rolleiflex Automat IV, on B&W Ilford 120 film, ISO 100.