I wish I could tell you a story about how I got my first camera at age 11 and have known since then that photography was going to be my life’s calling, but that wasn’t my path. Instead, my path bent around trees, dipped into valleys, and persevered over mountains (sometimes quite literally!). While photography was always the art form that I connected most strongly to, my journey to it was long and winding and worthwhile.
It was as an outdoor guide that I began my concious appreciation of unparalled beauty and an understanding of what it was to just love what you do.
Later, while working in marketing, I developed the vocabulary to articulate the impact of aesthetics on my sense of well-being and calm.
My fight with cancer taught me how life can change in an instant and how utterly fleeting the moments that shape us can be. It taught me to pay attention.
My desire to impact the larger world led me to law school, and there I learned that, with enough drive and hard work, anything can be accomplished.
And then I picked up a camera.
I was tentative at first, unsure of where it would take me, of my ability to create something beautiful. I hemmed and I hawed. “Surely not me,” I said, “Surely I can’t do this.” I attempted to stem the rising tide in my soul. But I was home. This is home.
This is how I capture those fleeting moments, that unparalled beauty. How I hang on just a little longer and share them with those to whom they mean the most.
My journey to photography, my journey home, was long and winding and so very worthwhile.
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