ALEX SCHOENFELDT

One of my earliest memories from my childhood is walking up to my dad and my aunt and announcing, "I'd be a good photographer." They were surprised; there had been no context or preamble. When they asked me why I faltered. I just didn't have the language to explain that I was framing things in my mind... My dad was a serious amateur, and he gave me my first real camera. A Minolta SRT 101. I loved that camera madly, and still think of it fondly. (It died years ago, though I still have many of the lenses.) When I was 18 I took a "year off" of college and ended up traveling the world for years with my Minolta, taking pictures, having adventures and building up my own style and vision.