How I Inherited My Love of Photography

I’ve been told by my family I inherited my love of photography from my Grandfather. Funny enough I never knew him since he passed away shortly after I was born.

The only memory I really have of him is that he had a darkroom in the basement & as a kid, I would go downstairs and sneak a look into it whenever I went to visit my Grandmother.

Over the course of years, I ended up with a box that contained thousands of his old negatives.

I think now would be a good time to finally go through them all and in the process maybe I’ll be able to learn a bit more about the person I never knew through his photographs.