Today I was looking through a scrapbook that my dad made of some of his award winning photos. I came across a picture of a cabin in the mountains that looked somewhat familiar. It turned out that it was one of the same places that I took a picture of when I drove the dirt mountain road a couple of weeks ago. I feel that I learned so much about photography from my dad and notice that a lot of the pictures I capture resemble his. That brings me joy.

I Found God today following what I learned from my dad.