I was 17 years old when my grandfather passed away in 1998. Some of my fondest memories are of the delectable waffle breakfasts he would craft every Christmas and the times he would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up and I always enthusiastically answered “a photographer”. He had a great love of photography himself and the kid in me today would be giddy at the opportunity to...
It all starts with a tent. That wad of fabric (you know, the one you can never get back in to that damn bag) that introduces you to everything the great outdoors has to offer. Your first campfire, the first time you can truly see the Milky Way, discovering that food, when cooked and eaten outside, always tastes better. The conversation and the silence, all more rich when done while…...
