I got my first camera when I was 14, a simple point and shoot. I took pictures of everything. Usually over-exposed and always blurry. Since then, I fell in love with photography. Breathing in other's work, and attempting my own. However, I was always hiding behind the safety and comfort of an iPhone. When I was 27 my husband showed up with my first Nikon crop sensor DSLR. I had no idea what to do with it, but none the less...I started.
I started out shooting self portraits. Then my friends, new families, newborns, basically anything I could get my camera on. In the process I began shooting couples. That lit a fire inside me that really has helped me to find my slice of the pie. I connected with it instantly, and thought maybe it was just the idea of couples that excited me....but when it boiled down to it, it was love.
Since then I have truly begun to invest myself in this passion. I tried studying photography online and from texts, but it wasn't for me. I couldn't connect. I couldn't grasp what was being explained to me, so I headed out and just started shooting. It started bad. So bad. But in a very short period of time I have felt myself, my vision, and the love that is captured growing.
Through engagement with other photographers, the idea of "community over competition", support from my hometown, family and friends - I embark to see how much I can grow.
To connect the human behind the camera with the ones in front of it. It's what makes my heart beat the quickest (mainly because I hate exercise).
Whatever your adventure may be, it deserves to be remembered. Let's make memories of it together.
Until then, I'll be watching Netflix, sipping kombucha with my dogs at my feet, and trying to keep my houseplants alive.
Give me a shout.
All my love,