The majority of my last week in Buffalo wasn’t technically spent in Buffalo.  Massive floods hit a small town called Gwonda and I spent the week photographing the ruins left behind. The town entire town was painted a murky brown hue and the smell of sewage followed me home everyday. It was probably the most eye opening experience of my summer, seeing just exactly how devastating standing water can be.

Picture proof that I was not hallucinating when I almost wrecked my car staring at the medival knights on the front lawn of the main building.

Right as I sat down to eat my spaghetti during a rather long work day, I got a call to run over to a fresh homicide scene, so my dinner went cold and I got there almost immeadiatly after it happened. These kids in the photo live on the block within the house where the shooting occured between a cop and an armed robber. They were talking to eachother about as close as they could get, trying to figure out what happened.

Found a clown in a tree the other day. haha.

Regardless of the lack of family resemblance, Buffalo has a sister in Japan, so in honor of their sister city, Buffalo held a memorial for Hiroshima a few nights ago.Candles in paper sacks floated around Mirror lake.