Twenty six. That number seemed oh so far away to me four years ago, yet here we are — less than a month away from graduation. What seemed an almost abstract concept for me for most of my life suddenly looms closer and closer, an inevitable reality that I’m not sure I’m ready for. To cope, I’ve been listening to Fleetwood Mac’s “Landslide” the entire semester (as one does) which, beyond filling me with immense sadness, has also made me reminisce and reflect on my college experience. What have I done or learned in the past four years? What did I truly accomplish at Cornell? When pondering such questions, one thing comes clearly to mind: photography.

I’ve always loved taking pictures of anything and everything, starting from my childhood days when I would borrow my older sister’s phone (as I was not allowed one until my sophomore year of high school, fun fact) on family trips to snap shots. But it was not until sophomore year at Cornell, when I stumbled upon my mom’s seven-year-old digicam, that I started taking photography a little more seriously. My first experience capturing pictures on something other than a phone was — not even exaggerating — pretty life-changing for me. I enjoyed it so much that I saved up all semester to purchase my first legit camera, a........

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