One morning I watched a cygnet sit atop its parent as it swam across an inlet coming off the Great South Bay. I returned later that evening with a disposable camera in the hopes they were still there. I was 16.

I’ve kept that photo ever since, though I’m not sure why. Maybe because it’s a reminder of simpler times. Or maybe it’s a reminder that life is more enjoyable when you find the beauty in it, whatever that may be. Regardless, that’s where my photography journey began, though only recently have I summoned the courage to see how far this journey will go. For that I thank my father, John, for his inspiration and guidance (not to mention his used equipment), Tiffany and Peyton with Photography Workshop Company for your knowledge, encouragement and friendship, and my family and friends for their love and support.