The first time I held a camera, I was 10. My grandpa had gifted me his old film point and shoot before a family trip. I remember feeling so special as I lifted the view finder to my eye and peered through for the first time. Suddenly, the world was quiet, it looked more vibrant, more interesting, somehow sharper through that lens. I quickly fell in love with how it allowed me to express my big emotions; how it gave me an avenue to show people I loved them by being able to capture the joy and energy they emitted without ever having to say a word. I started carrying my camera with me everywhere - so much so, I felt naked without it. I was too in love with the the moments I’d notice, and how the world seemed to slow when it was by my side, to ever leave it behind...