I asked for a camera for my birthday when I was in third grade. When the time came for my cake and present I opened a box which, as it turned out, contained a football. My father proceeded to have the worst 3 weeks of his life. Miraculously at some point I came home from school to find a camera in my room and the football was conspicuously absent. About 40 years later during a difficult period of my life I decided to buy a point and shoot and spent days wandering the city taking pictures. The experience of shooting made me engage again and assisted with my recovery from depression. I photograph what I love.