I have always been a photographer, even before I knew it. (Well, maybe I was always an artist and the camera was the pair of glasses that helped me see the world the way I pictured it in my mind.) Whether I am taking photos, singing, writing poetry, or attempting to play the guitar, all of that is who I am as a person. I don’t try to be someone else, I only know how to be me and I will always find a way to express myself.
Over the past several months I have finally started to realize how important photography is to me in my life. I love it so much that I want to share what I know with others so that they can create beautiful memories to show their friends, families, children, grand-children, etc. I love it so much that I am incredibly broke because I am trying to make it a full-time job (and I cringe when I realize that it is probably not a realistic endeavor at the moment). I want to be inspired, creative, and hopeful all at the same time.
Will I be able to do all of this? I think so, but I know that I’m not at my best quite yet. Tell a little kid to draw a picture and they basically are opening up a door to their little world. Sometimes I feel like I’m that little kid, and my photos are telling a story about my life … and right now my life is like a Lensbaby at f/2.8.
But that won’t stop me … I won’t slow down now & I’m only picking up speed. Come along for the ride if you like, but hold on tight! And don’t even think about getting in my way.