It’s a beautiful
thing to be entranced. When I was a child I would watch my father,
an award-winning photographer, practically leave the planet when
he found a subject that captured his interest. It wasn’t until
I found myself wandering alone within the ancient walls of the
old city in Genoa, Italy did I fully understand.
It was as if a fully developed story opened in front of my eyes
and it was my job to capture it through my lens. My initial idea
was to write about my experience, but I can’t express the feeling
of this beautiful day better than the photographs alone. Words
cannot enhance the magic I found.
mean a great deal to me.