It amazes me when I think about how young I was when I first started photography. In fifth grade I chose black & white photography as an elective at my camp. On my inaugural shoots I arrived at a few creative epiphanies that soon became a short operating manual for how I approached the medium. The one rule that governed my shoots was that I hated- absolutely detested- taking photos with people in them. Even now, seven or eight years the wiser, the moment I put the viewfinder up to my face my first impulse is to eradicate the presence of any person in the frame. This age old aversion is perhaps indicative of something else. Either I am too stubborn to branch out or I just really hate people.
