As a child, when I was asked what I wanted to be when I "grew up"... my answer was anything from a "baby doctor" to a lawyer, to an author, to an actress, to a "mommy". I'm pretty sure that "photographer" never made the list. From a young age, I was interested in art. Drawing, painting, writing... creating something out of nothing. Maybe that is where the obsession with photos began...
...Or maybe it was one of the many Christmases that my mother made me re-open the same Christmas gift over and over until she got that "perfect" shot...
...It could have been the family vacations we took when I was forced to stand next to anything remotely interesting... anything that could be considered a "photo op"...
...Did I mention that I'm an only child?
When I finally got my first DSLR, I had no clue what I was doing. I didn't know how it worked or really even what to point it at.
But I knew that I liked it.
Loved it.
Couldn't get enough of it.
I never dreamed that my passion would become more than just a dream. But here I am... living that dream into reality.
I love what I do. Love it.
But even more than what I do, I love who I do it for. I'm what my grandma would call a "social butterfly".
I adore people.
And their stories....
...hearing them...
...writing them...
...and photographing them.
Life through my lens...
It's pretty fantastic :)
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