ages on their packaging, at trade shows, etc.  Needless to say, it is quite an honor to be a member of this select group.  Parish also lectures at photography clubs nationwide.
Parish was born in the ancient Persian city of Shiraz, an area with incredible light and natural splendor, somewhat reminiscent of Santa Fe, New Mexico.  Parish says his  mother taught him that the world was his, through literature, music, art, flowers, food, and love.  There were no limitations as to where his imagination could carry him.  At age eighteen, Parish left behind a beloved family to begin a new but uncertain life in the United States, first in San Francisco, later in New York.   Although he had not grown up with a fascination for photography, he began a lifelong obsession for documenting things he loved.  Parish cut grass, washed dishes, and bussed tables to pay room and board in the U.S., entering a class of high school seniors. He later graduated from college with a major in Cinema and a minor in Fine Arts.  He realized very quickly that photography, not movie film, was his true calling. 
As years passed and Parish captured magnificent images via his camera, it mattered little to him whether viewers considered his work "commercial" or "fine art."   It seemed to him that most photographers whose work was considered artistic tended to focus on emotions such as sorrow or rage.  "I always took pictures of things that were beautiful, because they gave me peace and refuge," Parish says. 
Parish visited Atlanta in the spring of 1974 and says the city reminded him of a botanical garden.  He loved the open spaces and the natural beauty.  It was fairly easy to convince Rosanne to move to Atlanta, where Parish became well established as a talented professional.  "I was never good at marketing," he says, "but I loved connecting with people and establishing relationships.  That is what led to new opportunities."  As their business grew, Parish handled the photography, while Rosanne handled much of the routine of running a business.  They also raised a son, Darius, now 26 and married.
In 1981, Parish and Rosanne had the vision to buy a building for their business, a dilapidated car repair garage at 1130 West Peachtree Street, between 10^th and 14^th, and hired an architect to create an oasis of curved walls and light.  The building, virtually unchanged today, is still Parish's dream space, and now

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