I've always loved photography. My father had a darkroom when I was 3 years old. I still remember the smell of the chemicals mixed with my love for my dad as he sat me up on a stool in the darkroom to watch the process. Everything about photography still has loving memories...shooting the image onto the paper then soaking the photographic paper and "ooing" as we watched the image come up.
My dad is gone now, but he lives on with me when I am shooting. I love you, dad and my photography is a way of connecting with you forever.
