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I remember seeing my very first photograph as a kid in Washington D.C. while on a family vacation. The Jefferson Memorial nestled in the trees a mile or so off in the distance. I whined to my mother for the camera, and never got it.

I mowed lawns, bailed hay, waited tables, cleaned bedpans, and at age eighteen bought my first camera. The love was immediate, I identified with photography. This is what I wanted to do the rest of my life.

Still doing my best to live life doing what I love to do.