I was 12 years old when I took the first picture that made me think… ‘hmmm I think I can be a photographer’. It looked like a postcard of Battleship Cove, like the ones I saw at their gift shop, rather than my 7th grade field trip.
Got myself a BS in business because I went to college knowing I had to rather than wanting to… it paid the bills and gave me serious road rage.
I gave up a cubicle for my camera… and never looked back!
I spend long hours taking pictures of my bunny who rewards me by propelling poop pebbles at me.
Drivers, you’re still not safe though. I’ve been known to ‘endanger my life and others,’ as several state troopers have stated, for pulling over on the freeway and taking that must have pic.
Every time I see surreal imagery that catches my eyes, I have to stop and take a picture of it in case it is the last time that I ever see it; I have to prove that such beauty once existed. For those things that I see everyday, it’s my need to revive their splendor lost in monotony.
I’ve been working on persuading my nephew to become a photographer by handing him my camera any time he asks…if only convincing him to read were that easy!