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.