I first learned photography from my photographer dad who had a design studio in our house when I was in grade school. He would show me how many different colors besides green went into a tree and let me crop his photos with a straightedge and xacto knife. Sometimes I would go in the darkroom with him and marvel at the dark lights and sloshing trays. I'd go up to the tops of skyscrapers with him and his old Speed Graphic camera. Other times we'd go to one of those giant arcing freeways high in Houston's sky and lean over the edge to get just the perfect angle on some night scene with cars. In working on these photographs, I was thinking it might have been those heightened experiences with my father that gave my eye a taste for the high view.