I can't believe I'm just getting around to sharing these. One of my favorite memories of photographing commercial properties around Boston was in the spring of 2021, perched high above in a tiny little glass and metal box with a propeller. I was out on assignment for Boston Urban, getting some sites shot for them. The sun couldn't have cooperated any better. I wish I had more time up there. Yes, the door was removed, and I sat there buckled in with two cameras hanging from my neck. And for one brief and heart-stopping moment, I noticed that one of the cameras had unbuckled my seatbelt. I fixed that real quick.
As my decade as a self-employed photographer comes to a close, and I head out to pursue new roads, I'd be remiss without mentioning that my dad - the man who inspired me to pursue my passions and take a chance on myself - was a naval photographer during Vietnam, based out of Oahu. I grew up with stories of him hanging out of helicopters and from the bellies of planes photographing from the sky. Every once in a while, life does come full circle. And, sometimes, just in time.
