I grew up in the Midwest, the middle daughter in an amazing and very large extended family. As a child my grandparents, aunts, uncles and many cousins all lived within a few miles. I am the only blonde in our large Italian family. At around age 6, I got my hands on my first camera, a blue-and-yellow Fisher-Price® and later a gray-and-pink Polaroid. I was instantly smitten.
After college I spent quite a few years figuring out “who I was” and what I wanted to do with my life. Part of that involved moving around a lot in my adult life – Colorado, Kenya, Boston, Oregon, San Francisco and Los Angeles. And somewhere in those travels, my heart found its way back to photography. I figured it was time to learn digital, so I retired my old film camera (for now) and went to photography school in Boston.
The other thing I realized in all of my travels is that it is not the place, but the people that make it home. I feel blessed to have close family & friends living within a few miles of me, just like in my childhood. For the rest of the important people in my life, they are the type that even though we may not see each other everyday, when we do it is like we were never apart. And there are always the photographs to look at and reminisce…
