I don't know if I've ever shared the story of why I got into photography but, if I have, it will be interesting to compare the two versions to see if I'm lying...or just ignore the previous version.
I took photography as an elective class my senior year in high school and can honestly say that it was the one and only class that I ever looked forward to in all of the years from K-12...
I was getting my haircut the other day and there was this mountain biking in the snow racing deal on. I'd never seen that. They were putting spikes in the tires and testing out the traction by running their hands over a spinning tire and...
I found out last week that my uncle died...a month ago. We hadn't spoken in about a year and the last time was him snapping at me about something I "should" do. The details are unimportant but it bothered me enough to avoid calling him..