Growing up in Boston MA, I the youngest of three, spent a lot of time in my parents' closet playing with an old camera. And looking through that small square realizing what my eyes see in that moment, the shapes and colors I can capture with the push of a button. Traveling with my Dad played a big part in why I love photography. When my Dad was a truck driver, I went on this one trip to Vermont in the Winter and yes we had a blast ... but the view and landscapes had snow covered mountins and the small town we stoped in. Oh how i wished i had a camera for that moment .so now...more
