I love photos.

When I was a kid, I would flip through my dad’s Rangefinder magazines, and some days I’d sneak in my parents closet and look at his camera equipment.  When I was old enough to make a little money, I would buy throwaway cameras and walk down to the lake and take photos of the water, the trees, dead leaves; it didn’t matter much what the subject was.

Now, having a toddler makes it a little difficult to carry the real camera everywhere, but pre-kid, I would take my camera everywhere and snap shots of everything.

Really.

Fortunately, most friends and family I travel anywhere of note with love photography enough to understand the need to take a photo of the ground I’m walking on or the food I am eating.

A trip to Philadelphia to visit my brother and his family was the first time I wandered about with something more than a point and shoot (thanks to my wonderful sister-in-law) and realized that I loved taking pictures even more than I thought.  Here are a handful of the many, many photos I took.

I know this is the part where you are expecting me to make some connection between photography and story telling, or something inspirational about the things in life you are passionate about.

But I’m not.  Sometimes, it’s just about the pictures.