In early spring of 2023, I was living on a small mountaintop in Claremont, New Hampshire, and dealing with a lot of personal turmoil. I had discovered, months earlier, that during times of trouble, going for a long walk almost always helped.
I’ve loved taking a photo for as long as I can remember, back to being a little kid with my Fisher-Price camera and its rectangular flashbulbs. In college, photography was literally a must. Every student in the Illustration program was required to own an SLR camera and shoot reference material on chrome slides, which we’d review in class. I discovered I had a knack for it, and photography became a hobby for me in the following years and decades. After school, photography stayed with me — first as a hobby, and later, as something steadier and deeper. Not because I set out to become a photographer, but because I kept reaching for the camera when life got heavy.
