This is a story of my summer living with my sister in Boston, but, more importantly, it is a story of the first photos I took with the intent of creativity. [Besides photos I took for my high school newspaper and ones I took with my pretty 35mm Canon Rebel. Because paper isn't compatible with digital technology, except through a scanner, which I don't have, I never got them onto a computer.] These photos mean a lot to me. They hold some of the best memories I have. They are from 2005, a broken camera, and an amateur photographer, but it was a start, and they're beautiful to me.