When I was 10 years old, or 9… I don’t know, I asked my dad to let me borrow his camera to take to on a field trip. Reluctantly he agreed and gave me two rolls of film. I was so excited to capture memories of that day with my 4th grade friends. I’m pretty sure though that 90% of those shots were of fluffy rodents and sad birds behind blurry wire fences. That led my father to gift me a book on Photography. He said, "You wanna use my camera again, read this.”
It would have been cute if I had become a photographer right then and there at the tender age of pre-adolescence. Alas, that only really came to pass when I was already in my mid-twenties. I dabbled in other careers before going back to that which brought me real joy.
11 years ago I took a chance, moved to Maryland, and started a Photography program at school. BEST DECISION EVER. That’s when I finally became myself. Although, one could argue I’m still becoming myself. It’s a long process this one of figuring out who you are as an artist. But it’s a journey I don’t intend to step away from.
I invite you to participate in it. Come along with me as I figure this all out and create some magic with the camera. Maybe we’ll both find out something new and exciting about ourselves on the way.
I made a list a long time ago of things I love. I like going back to it every now and then to see what changes and what remains.