Niagara Falls / Buffalo, New York.

Driving from DC to Buffalo feels like stepping back in time. Embraced by the trees that make up the rolling mountains of Pennsylvania, each tiny town leads you through the woes of old Coal Country, and in case you forgot, the gigantic homemade “Make America Great Again” signs are a constant reminder. We arrived in downtown Buffalo after dark, our GPS and the lamp-fires of a mini Lady Liberty led us to our final stop for the evening. The next day we made our way to Niagara Falls where the rush and roar of the falls shows an example of Mother Nature at her fiercest.

It was humid again that day. The bolts of lightning began to splinter across the sky. Armed with a plan, camera in hand, and our subject Laura dressed in Prada, we stepped onto the steamboat, Maid of the Mist. While there are many words that can describe the falls, only one word can describe a ride on the Maid of the Mist…wet. 

Laura Wieloszynski, 25 PHOTOGRAPHER “My red hair is fun, but I am not about this freckle life. One time I went on a trip to Florida and got sunburned so bad that I was in a wheelchair at Disney World. I think American women constantly struggle with the temptation to idolize perfection.”

Laura Wieloszynski, 25
PHOTOGRAPHER

“My red hair is fun, but I am not about this freckle life. One time I went on a trip to Florida and got sunburned so bad that I was in a wheelchair at Disney World. I think American women constantly struggle with the temptation to idolize perfection.”