2009 started out rough. What I remember most about the beginning of the year was how Shaun took care of me. My dad had just died and I felt very helpless and brokenhearted. Shaun spent a lot of the school break packing me and my cameras into the car and driving me to pretty places to distract me with photography, like he had perfectly intuited what I needed at that moment. The whole world felt different. I felt so broken, but also braver. My dad dying was (and still is) the worst thing that had ever happened in my life and I had faced it and my anxiety wasn’t so scary anymore. I spent some time wallowing in the groove on the couch created by my grief-stricken Lord of The Rings marathons, yes, but I came out stronger than ever. I also think my photography became more important, it had more purpose, I wanted to capture every single thing about my life, and preserve it forever.