Erin Lefevre

Documentary photographer and teacher

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These Days Come and Go

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Location: Astoria, New York

Nationality: American

Biography: Erin Lefevre is a documentary photographer from New York City whose work focuses on under-reported social issues. Erin studied at the Fashion Institute of Technology, where she earned her Associate Degree in Photography. She then transferred to... MORE

A ray of light illuminates the ...r fails to take my breath away.

A ray of light illuminates the RFK bridge as the evening fades to dusk. This view never fails to take my breath away.

I have unintentionally &ldq...ping schedule is beyond repair.

I have unintentionally “broken night” on several occasions. Sometimes it feels like my sleeping schedule is beyond repair.

I look out the window at the ma... they’ve left behind.

I look out the window at the many ships that pass by. I contemplate where they’re going and what they’ve left behind.

Rainy, foggy days reminds me of...wonder where the time has gone.

Rainy, foggy days reminds me of when I used to live in San Francisco. I wonder where the time has gone.

Olive poses for one of many por...to having a human photographer.

Olive poses for one of many portraits. She’s adapting to having a human photographer.

At times the view is so picture... me from the reality of it all.

At times the view is so picture-perfect, it trans[ports me to a completely different place. It helps to distract me from the reality of it all.

I attempt to make a self-portra...een a large part of quarantine.

I attempt to make a self-portrait after being awake for hours. It doesn’t turn out how I anticipated. Curbing my expectations has been a large part of quarantine.

The sun sets, marking the end o...y. These days come and they go.

The sun sets, marking the end of another day. These days come and they go.

Olive relaxes on my bed. I real...average life of the indoor cat.

Olive relaxes on my bed. I realize that quarantine is more or less the average life of the indoor cat.

Raindrops glisten on my window ...ts that twinkle on the horizon.

Raindrops glisten on my window after a heavy storm. They reflect the city lights that twinkle on the horizon.

On some nights I think about th...r chance to visit those places.

On some nights I think about the city and all the places I’ve never been, despite being from here. I wonder if I’ll ever get another chance to visit those places.