There I was with a week off, nowhere to go and money to spare. The most logical solution was staring me in the face: be a tourist in my own town.
My Grandfather's Camera
Scanning the Past: New Mexico, 2006
In July 2006 – the summer before my freshman year at Drexel – I was 17. My father, brother, sister and myself visited family in Albuquerque, NM. It was my first time on a commercial airplane; until that point, the furthest I'd been from New York was Virginia. The borders of my sheltered life came tumbling down to reveal a much larger and magnificent world, waiting to be explored.