Today, my Dad died. He was almost 81 years old. He first put a camera in my hands when I was 9 years old. That gesture ignited a passion in me that has never waned. My photography celebrates life in all forms, so just after hearing the news, I headed out with my camera to celebrate the life I have, the day-to-day here in Florence, just like Dad would have wanted. I miss him already.
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