Today I traveled to Red Hook in Brooklyn with a group from my laboratory class at Parsons. We had to create a map of the area and I brought my camera for documentation to support the accuracy of my work. We were incredibly lucky; it had snowed overnight and a fine powder still dusted the sidewalks, giving our surroundings a pleasing contrast. Back home, my father and I would always take trips like these, little adventures into unexplored territories with our cameras and the promise of a tasty meal afterwards at some newly discovered cafe. During certain moments I was grateful for the memory keeper in my hands because it kept me from balling them up into fists from the waves of homesickness that threatened to take over me. I really enjoyed the company of my group, but I would have done anything to have my Dad there with me as well.