It is hard to remember a time when I did not have a camera in my hand.

But, my earliest impressionable memory was my first day of photography class, when I was 15 years old. My teacher told us, how, for many of us, this would be just a class to fill our day.

But, there would be a select few of us, that would truly come to know that photography was a part of us; and we would never be able to put it down.

Once we saw the world through our lens, it would never look the same.

I quickly learned, that this art was a part of my soul.

This, was my place in the world.

I loved every second of it, still do.