Sometimes I think I was born tightly clutching a camera in my tiny hands. My dad was a news photographer for a large newspaper in New Jersey in the 50s - 70s. I have the best memories of him taking me to the art department of the paper and spending time in the darkroom. My eyes got wider by the second as I saw images emerge on the paper. Although the darkroom no longer exists, the wonder and excitement of seeing images emerge remains with me still. After spending over 25 years in the courtroom, it became evident that every one of us sees any single event...more
