I was about ten years old when I first ventured into a dark room. The peculiar odor of chemicals filled the air, while a red light bulb cast a dim glow. A strange apparatus emitted a bright white light, and a chemical bath gradually revealed a black-and-white image of my baby sister's hand resting on my father's palm. It felt like pure magic, and I was eager to learn the process.

At the age of 12, I received my first camera. At that time, I was fascinated by astronomy and wanted to document what I observed. However, growing up in a less-than-ideal city environment, I shifted my gaze to more terrestrial subjects. Becoming a professional photographer was my childhood dream, which I realized several years later. I photographed weddings, corporate events, stock images, and more. Those days were interesting and rewarding in many ways, but the magic was not there. I have since returned to creative photography, chasing the sense of wonder I experienced decades ago.

I have settled down in Turku, Finland, yet I miss traveling in Europe and Canada. I especially long to return to Ontario, where I lived briefly. Fortunately, my other favorite country, Estonia, is just a short drive and ferry ride away.