Description: My dad took me to India when I was 17. He had helped find my passion for photography about a year earlier. We had a difficult time connecting but photography was something we loved and we loved it together. We would go on adventures around our neighborhood with our DSLRs (as soon as he found out I was interested in photography he bought me a DSLR) and it instantly connected us. India was a trip of a lifetime for me. I learned so much and captured so many photos that I have cherished ever since. About 4 years later, fast forward to my junior year in collage, I got a call that my dad had passed away unexpectedly from a brain aneurysm. It was a really tough time for my family. From then on I channeled my grief and put it into photography. I took his canon and shot almost everyday with it. When I moved to San Francisco a year ago (one of my dad’s favorite cities), a sadness came over me knowing he had no idea I had moved. But I was blown away by the beauty of the city and instantly could tell why he liked it so much. I started taking hour-long morning walks with his camera, taking in as much of the beauty as I could. Fast forward a year later, I still take at least a 45-minute walk everyday taking photos. Every time I take a photo with his camera it feels like we’ve collaborated on the art I’m making. I live in North Beach which is Italian Village, right on the border of Chinatown. When I walk through the streets with my camera it always reminds me of photo-walking with my dad in India. There’s so much beauty in this city and I just want to show people that. And hopefully my dad can see that, too.