Green has always been my favorite color. The color of forests, of leaves, of life, it has always grounded me, brought me a sense of calm. Growing up in Tennessee, it is a color I was always immersed in. Then I moved to London and there was less green to go around. As I navigated several years of grey, I began to wear and gravitate towards red. Red is also a color of life in a much more raw way than green is. It has long been associated with passion and love, and I began to immerse myself in it, to draw on its energy for movement and momentum. One day I went for a walk around London and I began to notice all the red around me: red buses, red telephone booths, red post boxes. I began to capture anything red around me as I walked through the city, pausing on a corner to capture a lady wearing red from head to toe or the blurry red rush of Picadilly Circus. And so the city color study was born.

Later that year, I found myself in NYC feeling lost. But I had my camera in my pocket and yellow all around me. Yellow the color of bees, electricity, sunlight, the perfect color to capture the energy of New York, and to draw me out of my slump.

November came and a train carried me solo to Edinburgh, a city that felt like a love affair. Edinburgh made me feel like an artist again, made me feel cozy and warm like I was swimming in my favorite bowl of soup accompanied by swirls of varying shades of brown.

February took me to Salzburg, Austria, a city I had never heard of, but swept me off my feet completely in a flurry of pastels. A photographer in Salzburg is like a kid in a candy store - every color blending together to create a vibrant visual flavor.

Each new city I visit, I now experience in a new way. This habit of noticing which color is most prominent has made me even more observant, even more appreciative.