I picked up my dad’s Minolta when I was six years old and never really stopped looking. Photography taught me to notice the moments other people might walk past—and showed me how a fraction of a second can remain long after the moment itself is gone.

After years of photographing for clients, deadlines and everyone but myself, I realized how much I missed simply wandering with a camera and seeing what caught my attention. This is about returning to photography—not as the photographer I used to be, but as the one I’m becoming now.