KristenWithACamera

My name is Kristen. I'm 21 years of age and I currently live in North Jersey within eyeshot of New York City. In the fall, I will be entering my senior year at Ramapo College of New Jersey. Although I study psychology, my only true passion is photography.

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I do not ♥ New York. Today was New York’s last chance and it fucked up, so I’ve broken up with it.
Some of the treatment that I experienced today and some of the treatment that I’ve witnessed toward others has left me with my stomach in knots in the worst way. It irks me when photographers feel the need to explain everything about a photograph when I can clearly see what is happening in the photograph. That’s not what this is. This is my observation of life. This is me as Kristen. The images that you see are KristenWithACamera, the text is just Kristen.
I’ve been writing the text of this post in my mind for a few hours, but I’m still having trouble finding the words. Instead of specifically relaying the rude treatment that I received or the unfair treatment of myself and others, I am going to take a different direction.
We are all human. None of us choose are fate. Sure, we make decisions in life that have different impacts on our lives and the lives of others who we surround ourselves with, but in my opinion, a lot of things are out of our control. These are hard times for everyone. Very few people are not struggling, but if you are struggling less than others, that does not make you better than them. Unfortunately, in our society, a lot of the time, the class that you’re in is the one that you’re going to stay in during your lifetime, regardless of the choices that you make in your life.
That being said, I want to touch on homelessness. None of us are safe from the possibility of homelessness. Regardless of what type of job you have, your family situation, how much money you have in savings… None of that matters. Unfortunately, we can all fall victim to the realities of the economy. Personally, I wish that I could walk around the city with a big brown bag of bagels or a box of pizza and offer food to those who have truly just experienced that type of extreme misfortune. Being homeless doesn’t necessarily mean that someone is addicted to drugs. Being homeless doesn’t necessarily mean that someone has been a bad enough person to turn all of their friends and family against them. Sometimes, it is the inability to treat a mental illness that leaves people without basic needs.
There’s a lot more that I want to say, but I am too disappointed, frustrated, sad and angry about some of the things that I witnessed in the city today to process my thoughts and put them in this text post.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the photos of Coney Island. This has been a photo/text post.

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I do not ♥ New York. Today was New York’s last chance and it fucked up, so I’ve broken up with it.
Some of the treatment that I experienced today and some of the treatment that I’ve witnessed toward others has left me with my stomach in knots in the worst way. It irks me when photographers feel the need to explain everything about a photograph when I can clearly see what is happening in the photograph. That’s not what this is. This is my observation of life. This is me as Kristen. The images that you see are KristenWithACamera, the text is just Kristen.
I’ve been writing the text of this post in my mind for a few hours, but I’m still having trouble finding the words. Instead of specifically relaying the rude treatment that I received or the unfair treatment of myself and others, I am going to take a different direction.
We are all human. None of us choose are fate. Sure, we make decisions in life that have different impacts on our lives and the lives of others who we surround ourselves with, but in my opinion, a lot of things are out of our control. These are hard times for everyone. Very few people are not struggling, but if you are struggling less than others, that does not make you better than them. Unfortunately, in our society, a lot of the time, the class that you’re in is the one that you’re going to stay in during your lifetime, regardless of the choices that you make in your life.
That being said, I want to touch on homelessness. None of us are safe from the possibility of homelessness. Regardless of what type of job you have, your family situation, how much money you have in savings… None of that matters. Unfortunately, we can all fall victim to the realities of the economy. Personally, I wish that I could walk around the city with a big brown bag of bagels or a box of pizza and offer food to those who have truly just experienced that type of extreme misfortune. Being homeless doesn’t necessarily mean that someone is addicted to drugs. Being homeless doesn’t necessarily mean that someone has been a bad enough person to turn all of their friends and family against them. Sometimes, it is the inability to treat a mental illness that leaves people without basic needs.
There’s a lot more that I want to say, but I am too disappointed, frustrated, sad and angry about some of the things that I witnessed in the city today to process my thoughts and put them in this text post.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the photos of Coney Island. This has been a photo/text post.

[[MORE]]
I do not ♥ New York. Today was New York’s last chance and it fucked up, so I’ve broken up with it.
Some of the treatment that I experienced today and some of the treatment that I’ve witnessed toward others has left me with my stomach in knots in the worst way. It irks me when photographers feel the need to explain everything about a photograph when I can clearly see what is happening in the photograph. That’s not what this is. This is my observation of life. This is me as Kristen. The images that you see are KristenWithACamera, the text is just Kristen.
I’ve been writing the text of this post in my mind for a few hours, but I’m still having trouble finding the words. Instead of specifically relaying the rude treatment that I received or the unfair treatment of myself and others, I am going to take a different direction.
We are all human. None of us choose are fate. Sure, we make decisions in life that have different impacts on our lives and the lives of others who we surround ourselves with, but in my opinion, a lot of things are out of our control. These are hard times for everyone. Very few people are not struggling, but if you are struggling less than others, that does not make you better than them. Unfortunately, in our society, a lot of the time, the class that you’re in is the one that you’re going to stay in during your lifetime, regardless of the choices that you make in your life.
That being said, I want to touch on homelessness. None of us are safe from the possibility of homelessness. Regardless of what type of job you have, your family situation, how much money you have in savings… None of that matters. Unfortunately, we can all fall victim to the realities of the economy. Personally, I wish that I could walk around the city with a big brown bag of bagels or a box of pizza and offer food to those who have truly just experienced that type of extreme misfortune. Being homeless doesn’t necessarily mean that someone is addicted to drugs. Being homeless doesn’t necessarily mean that someone has been a bad enough person to turn all of their friends and family against them. Sometimes, it is the inability to treat a mental illness that leaves people without basic needs.
There’s a lot more that I want to say, but I am too disappointed, frustrated, sad and angry about some of the things that I witnessed in the city today to process my thoughts and put them in this text post.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the photos of Coney Island. This has been a photo/text post.

[[MORE]]
I do not ♥ New York. Today was New York’s last chance and it fucked up, so I’ve broken up with it.
Some of the treatment that I experienced today and some of the treatment that I’ve witnessed toward others has left me with my stomach in knots in the worst way. It irks me when photographers feel the need to explain everything about a photograph when I can clearly see what is happening in the photograph. That’s not what this is. This is my observation of life. This is me as Kristen. The images that you see are KristenWithACamera, the text is just Kristen.
I’ve been writing the text of this post in my mind for a few hours, but I’m still having trouble finding the words. Instead of specifically relaying the rude treatment that I received or the unfair treatment of myself and others, I am going to take a different direction.
We are all human. None of us choose are fate. Sure, we make decisions in life that have different impacts on our lives and the lives of others who we surround ourselves with, but in my opinion, a lot of things are out of our control. These are hard times for everyone. Very few people are not struggling, but if you are struggling less than others, that does not make you better than them. Unfortunately, in our society, a lot of the time, the class that you’re in is the one that you’re going to stay in during your lifetime, regardless of the choices that you make in your life.
That being said, I want to touch on homelessness. None of us are safe from the possibility of homelessness. Regardless of what type of job you have, your family situation, how much money you have in savings… None of that matters. Unfortunately, we can all fall victim to the realities of the economy. Personally, I wish that I could walk around the city with a big brown bag of bagels or a box of pizza and offer food to those who have truly just experienced that type of extreme misfortune. Being homeless doesn’t necessarily mean that someone is addicted to drugs. Being homeless doesn’t necessarily mean that someone has been a bad enough person to turn all of their friends and family against them. Sometimes, it is the inability to treat a mental illness that leaves people without basic needs.
There’s a lot more that I want to say, but I am too disappointed, frustrated, sad and angry about some of the things that I witnessed in the city today to process my thoughts and put them in this text post.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the photos of Coney Island. This has been a photo/text post.

[[MORE]]
I do not ♥ New York. Today was New York’s last chance and it fucked up, so I’ve broken up with it.
Some of the treatment that I experienced today and some of the treatment that I’ve witnessed toward others has left me with my stomach in knots in the worst way. It irks me when photographers feel the need to explain everything about a photograph when I can clearly see what is happening in the photograph. That’s not what this is. This is my observation of life. This is me as Kristen. The images that you see are KristenWithACamera, the text is just Kristen.
I’ve been writing the text of this post in my mind for a few hours, but I’m still having trouble finding the words. Instead of specifically relaying the rude treatment that I received or the unfair treatment of myself and others, I am going to take a different direction.
We are all human. None of us choose are fate. Sure, we make decisions in life that have different impacts on our lives and the lives of others who we surround ourselves with, but in my opinion, a lot of things are out of our control. These are hard times for everyone. Very few people are not struggling, but if you are struggling less than others, that does not make you better than them. Unfortunately, in our society, a lot of the time, the class that you’re in is the one that you’re going to stay in during your lifetime, regardless of the choices that you make in your life.
That being said, I want to touch on homelessness. None of us are safe from the possibility of homelessness. Regardless of what type of job you have, your family situation, how much money you have in savings… None of that matters. Unfortunately, we can all fall victim to the realities of the economy. Personally, I wish that I could walk around the city with a big brown bag of bagels or a box of pizza and offer food to those who have truly just experienced that type of extreme misfortune. Being homeless doesn’t necessarily mean that someone is addicted to drugs. Being homeless doesn’t necessarily mean that someone has been a bad enough person to turn all of their friends and family against them. Sometimes, it is the inability to treat a mental illness that leaves people without basic needs.
There’s a lot more that I want to say, but I am too disappointed, frustrated, sad and angry about some of the things that I witnessed in the city today to process my thoughts and put them in this text post.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the photos of Coney Island. This has been a photo/text post.

[[MORE]]
I do not ♥ New York. Today was New York’s last chance and it fucked up, so I’ve broken up with it.
Some of the treatment that I experienced today and some of the treatment that I’ve witnessed toward others has left me with my stomach in knots in the worst way. It irks me when photographers feel the need to explain everything about a photograph when I can clearly see what is happening in the photograph. That’s not what this is. This is my observation of life. This is me as Kristen. The images that you see are KristenWithACamera, the text is just Kristen.
I’ve been writing the text of this post in my mind for a few hours, but I’m still having trouble finding the words. Instead of specifically relaying the rude treatment that I received or the unfair treatment of myself and others, I am going to take a different direction.
We are all human. None of us choose are fate. Sure, we make decisions in life that have different impacts on our lives and the lives of others who we surround ourselves with, but in my opinion, a lot of things are out of our control. These are hard times for everyone. Very few people are not struggling, but if you are struggling less than others, that does not make you better than them. Unfortunately, in our society, a lot of the time, the class that you’re in is the one that you’re going to stay in during your lifetime, regardless of the choices that you make in your life.
That being said, I want to touch on homelessness. None of us are safe from the possibility of homelessness. Regardless of what type of job you have, your family situation, how much money you have in savings… None of that matters. Unfortunately, we can all fall victim to the realities of the economy. Personally, I wish that I could walk around the city with a big brown bag of bagels or a box of pizza and offer food to those who have truly just experienced that type of extreme misfortune. Being homeless doesn’t necessarily mean that someone is addicted to drugs. Being homeless doesn’t necessarily mean that someone has been a bad enough person to turn all of their friends and family against them. Sometimes, it is the inability to treat a mental illness that leaves people without basic needs.
There’s a lot more that I want to say, but I am too disappointed, frustrated, sad and angry about some of the things that I witnessed in the city today to process my thoughts and put them in this text post.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the photos of Coney Island. This has been a photo/text post.

[[MORE]]
I do not ♥ New York. Today was New York’s last chance and it fucked up, so I’ve broken up with it.
Some of the treatment that I experienced today and some of the treatment that I’ve witnessed toward others has left me with my stomach in knots in the worst way. It irks me when photographers feel the need to explain everything about a photograph when I can clearly see what is happening in the photograph. That’s not what this is. This is my observation of life. This is me as Kristen. The images that you see are KristenWithACamera, the text is just Kristen.
I’ve been writing the text of this post in my mind for a few hours, but I’m still having trouble finding the words. Instead of specifically relaying the rude treatment that I received or the unfair treatment of myself and others, I am going to take a different direction.
We are all human. None of us choose are fate. Sure, we make decisions in life that have different impacts on our lives and the lives of others who we surround ourselves with, but in my opinion, a lot of things are out of our control. These are hard times for everyone. Very few people are not struggling, but if you are struggling less than others, that does not make you better than them. Unfortunately, in our society, a lot of the time, the class that you’re in is the one that you’re going to stay in during your lifetime, regardless of the choices that you make in your life.
That being said, I want to touch on homelessness. None of us are safe from the possibility of homelessness. Regardless of what type of job you have, your family situation, how much money you have in savings… None of that matters. Unfortunately, we can all fall victim to the realities of the economy. Personally, I wish that I could walk around the city with a big brown bag of bagels or a box of pizza and offer food to those who have truly just experienced that type of extreme misfortune. Being homeless doesn’t necessarily mean that someone is addicted to drugs. Being homeless doesn’t necessarily mean that someone has been a bad enough person to turn all of their friends and family against them. Sometimes, it is the inability to treat a mental illness that leaves people without basic needs.
There’s a lot more that I want to say, but I am too disappointed, frustrated, sad and angry about some of the things that I witnessed in the city today to process my thoughts and put them in this text post.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the photos of Coney Island. This has been a photo/text post.

[[MORE]]
I do not ♥ New York. Today was New York’s last chance and it fucked up, so I’ve broken up with it.
Some of the treatment that I experienced today and some of the treatment that I’ve witnessed toward others has left me with my stomach in knots in the worst way. It irks me when photographers feel the need to explain everything about a photograph when I can clearly see what is happening in the photograph. That’s not what this is. This is my observation of life. This is me as Kristen. The images that you see are KristenWithACamera, the text is just Kristen.
I’ve been writing the text of this post in my mind for a few hours, but I’m still having trouble finding the words. Instead of specifically relaying the rude treatment that I received or the unfair treatment of myself and others, I am going to take a different direction.
We are all human. None of us choose are fate. Sure, we make decisions in life that have different impacts on our lives and the lives of others who we surround ourselves with, but in my opinion, a lot of things are out of our control. These are hard times for everyone. Very few people are not struggling, but if you are struggling less than others, that does not make you better than them. Unfortunately, in our society, a lot of the time, the class that you’re in is the one that you’re going to stay in during your lifetime, regardless of the choices that you make in your life.
That being said, I want to touch on homelessness. None of us are safe from the possibility of homelessness. Regardless of what type of job you have, your family situation, how much money you have in savings… None of that matters. Unfortunately, we can all fall victim to the realities of the economy. Personally, I wish that I could walk around the city with a big brown bag of bagels or a box of pizza and offer food to those who have truly just experienced that type of extreme misfortune. Being homeless doesn’t necessarily mean that someone is addicted to drugs. Being homeless doesn’t necessarily mean that someone has been a bad enough person to turn all of their friends and family against them. Sometimes, it is the inability to treat a mental illness that leaves people without basic needs.
There’s a lot more that I want to say, but I am too disappointed, frustrated, sad and angry about some of the things that I witnessed in the city today to process my thoughts and put them in this text post.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the photos of Coney Island. This has been a photo/text post.

Port Authority Bus Terminal. on Flickr.

Gotcha. on Flickr.

Hiding. on Flickr.

The party is over. on Flickr.

Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined. on Flickr.

You were the love of my life. The darkness. The light. on Flickr.

Parksville, NY. on Flickr.

Parksville, NY. on Flickr.

Parksville, NY. on Flickr.

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