I remember one of the days I first fell in love with photography.
I was 15 years old and I got invited to my friends house for the weekend.
They were having a family gathering and their uncle was in town.
He had a slide projector with him.
The room of 20 or so people sat in silence as he rotated through the images he had captured as he traveled the southwest.
I was in awe.
The beauty of the scenes struck me deep inside.
He used red filters and blue filters to achieve certain looks.
I remember one slide came up and I thought to myself, “Maybe that could be me.”
