One of my oldest memories is spending time with my father reading books on a Sunday morning. There were two books I remember better than any other, Moby Dick and a large book of photographs called Wonders of the World. I was probably six years old, and I can clearly remember passing page by page looking at these wonderful images. Maybe it was then that it was engraved in my soul, the passion to travel and capture the breathtaking beauty of this planet.
Canyon de Chelly is another example of the beauty of the American West. In 1998 my wife and I explored this wonderful canvas where Native American history and geological wonder mix in one.
A colored version of this image was the front cover of my father’s book. I never knew the name of the place, but when I saw the canyon for first time it felt like a circle was closed in my life. I thank my father for that