My father, a first-generation American raised in Queens, was an aspiring photographer in his late 20s and early 30s but never became a professional. It wasn’t until after taking a two-year trip on his motorcycle around the world in 1968 that he picked up his first camera. He shot many jazz musicians such as Ray Charles and Duke Ellington but loved to capture candids of average people and daily life all around the U.S. and abroad.