I've always been surrounded by photography. My grandfather was a small-town professional photographer (he specialized in gauzy, hand-tinted portraits of pretty Gladiolus Festival Queens and beaming local brides). He had a shingle hung in front of his house with a big Gothic 'B' on it announcing 'Butterfield Photography,' so I come by the name honestly. My great-uncle was an aerial photo analyst in WWII, and my father, not one to take retirement sitting down, worked as a photographer for a small suburban Chicago newspaper for over a decade, until lured to warmer...more
