When I began taking photos, it was done predominately with my iPhone 4S and when I was alone. Occasionally I would lug about my Leica when I believed I would encounter something so phenomenal that my iPhone would not be capable of capturing the reality of the image. I was residing in Paris and would be walking around and desire to stop recurrently to capture something that caught my eye. It became so infectious that when I was out with friends I would pause mid-conversation, stop and snap a photo. My friends would tend to get annoyed that my picture taking would interfere with our conversation and take away our precious time together. Photography gradually began to become somewhat of an obsession.
Instead of annoying whomever I was with at the time, I would venture off unaccompanied to explore the city and be able to take photos without hearing any complaints. I wanted to upgrade from my iPhone, to improve the quality of my photos, so I had my ancient Canon shipped from back home in Toronto to Paris. Continue reading One Is Such A Lonely Number. Or Is it?