It was my dad who first put a camera in my hand.

He spent hours with me, patiently teaching the basics of exposure & f-stops, 24 frames at a time. I immediately fell in love, filling countless photo albums (Those free ones you used to get when you processed your roll of film.) with out-of-focus snaps of every family outing, every trip to the park, and every vacation. I have carried a camera with me, ever since those early days with my dad, constantly striving to learn and improve the quality of my work. I like to think I have come a long way since those first 24 frames. It is a creative outlet, unlike any other, I have ever found.