It all started when I was 11. My parents were assembling items for a garage sale, and one bin in particular caught my eye—it contained a collection of no longer used cameras. I tucked away the nicest of the bunch for myself and spent the subsequent afternoons of my childhood pointing it at everything I could. I don’t recall actually having film in that first camera, but something about freezing a moment, an expression, or a thought in time captured my imagination.
Years later, it’s still the same—my camera is never far from my side, and I’m always snapping away. I still don’t have film in my camera, thanks to digital—some things never change.