My mom has one photo of herself as a baby
And thus began my photography career/life
For as long as I can remember, my mom has always been around with a camera. She documented so much about my childhood and life growing up – making sure that I wouldn’t one day clutch a tattered photo of myself as a child … and it be the only visual memory of that life
My fascination with taking photos began early in life. And in high school, I photographed for yearbook. And for fun. And shortly after graduation I went to work for a portrait studio – taking those classroom yearbook photos… on that dreaded blue background while holding a remote trigger and prompting kids to say “fuzzy pickles.”
but my passion for photography began out of necessity. You see, in college, I was a pre-med student and was overloaded with science courses. Photography (because I had done it in high school) was simple for me. It was an escape from all the science. There weren’t hours devoted to studying…. And it counted as elective hours – so I enrolled in photography 101. and 102. and color 101 etc… I fear I’m aging myself here… I learned photography in a darkroom. With chemicals and in complete silence. I would take my diskman into the room and shut myself away from the world for hours at a time! And it was heaven.
There was something about taking a roll of Ilford Film out for the afternoon and then coming back with it to the dark room. I would slide a solid sheet of white photo paper into the baths… and then the moments I had captured earlier would reappear right in front of me. They’d float around and then… like magic they would just exist… and I was in love.
I was in love with time. With imagery. With moments. And the fact that i… if for only a second… had suspended time… forever.
I continued on the medical/psychiatry path and worked again at a portrait studio with similar “say cheese” prompts and repetitive motions. And then one day… someone asked me to photograph their wedding. I was inexperienced and had little equipment. But I was in love with the story. With the people. And how close I felt to love in each and every situation.
And so… I began my career in photography. Not because the money motivated me. Or because I wanted to be famous or well-known. Or because I had hopes of seeing my work in magazines or on billboards. But just… plain and simple… I love people. And I love time. And there’s never a satisfactory amount of either in my life.
Over the years, i have witnessed love stories, milestones, accomplishments… i have witnessed births and proposals. so when i look back on life… not only will i have photos of myself… but a million other stories of life and love.
thank you for sharing your lives with me
be infinitely blessed
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