So. Here's my story.
The summer before my junior year of high school, I made enough money working two jobs to purchase my first legit camera and lens. I had no clue what to buy, so I asked around and without hesitation, proudly spent all of my saved up $300 for an Olympus body and a Vivitar lens. I used that set for years until I gave it to my dad in my early 20s.
I've always had a love for journalism and when I realized in college that I was not a good enough writer to be a news anchor, I turned to photography to fill that void. For years, I used a point-and-shoot. It was convenient, I was young and impatient, and back then developing pictures was a pain in the butt so a point-and-shoot was perfect for me.
But, to be honest, artistically it wasn't fulfilling. Most of my photos were barely mediocre and very few were frame-worthy. Like so many "momtogs," it wasn't until I had my firstborn son that I picked up a real camera again – this time a Nikon DSLR and a kit lens that hubby bought for me – and started my true love affair with photography by capturing moments created by my own personal muses. That was 13 years ago.
Now, I love using my camera to tell stories – anywhere, anytime, and for anyone.
It is a privilege for me to photograph the images that I do, and my greatest joy to share them with those who are in it, surrounding it, or generous enough to view it.
So. Now that you know my story, let's start telling yours.
[My photo by the amazing Karen Goud]