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My love for photography grew from an early age. Several of my earliest childhood memories are of spending time in my dad's darkroom helping him transform film into negatives, negatives into black & white prints. The smell of vinegar like developer combined with the smell of the neutralizing stop bath and fixer in an intoxicating aroma of home, much like how people describe the smell of fresh apple pie. In complete blackness I knew that room like the back of my hand and while I sometimes wondered if God could even see me as my dad and I cracked open those film cartridges, I felt safe and at home.