My relationship with photography
My father used to work as a photographer at The Bay store and had a darkroom in the basement. In our house, all the pictures on the walls were taken with his camera. He captured all the moments of life: vacations, graduations, tall grasses in a field, the colors of autumn leaves falling. Without him to push me toward photography, I grew curious and jumped into it.
My first camera was his Canon AE-1. I can't count the number of rolls I went through–many of them filled with really bad photos.
What fascinates me about photography are people and landscapes–two things that constantly change. I believe photography is the closest thing we have to time travel: one snapshot, and then the subject evolves. It’s captured in time and can be recalled. When I take pictures, I’m not necessarily trying to capture an important moment but rather something I felt when I took the picture.
