I was six when I got my very first camera. My dad used to sell junk at the flea market on the weekends and I enjoyed rummaging through other people’s stuff while he was busy. I found an old polaroid camera in a box tucked away under a baseball mitt. My dad bought the camera for me but gave me strict rules that I would only get one cartridge of film a month. Every month I would waste away a cartridge of film within minutes. My siblings and I would take turns with the camera until the film was gone. We would wait another month before we could afford another cartridge. I truly believe that camera was my beginning. I loved waiting for the final image to develop. I enjoyed the thrill of not being able to see the photo before it was final. I grew curious of how a moment was stopped in time and transferred into an image.
As I got older, I wanted to document everything. I bought thousands of disposable cameras and took photos all day every day. Again, my dad would only let me develop one camera a month at Walgreens. I had a box full of used disposable cameras, not sure what was in each one. At the beginning of every month it was a surprise to see what was printed. Looking back now, I have documentation from concerts, days of hanging out on bridge street, friends that are no longer alive and some of my “firsts”. First time driving, first time having a sip of alcohol, and yes the first boy I ever had a crush on.
When I was a sophomore in high school, my older brother Lee gave me my first digital camera. I think it was a Nikon D700. Truthfully, I was horrified. The settings were complicated. I didn’t understand what the numbers and letters meant and no matter what I did, the images were a nightmare. I spent months reading through the manual trying to learn how to take a decent picture.
Fast forward to now, I own my own photography business. My business is not my passion or my art, it’s so much more than that. I’ve always believed that the key to creating astonishing imagery has little to do with seeing and more to do with feeling. I believe in holding strong relationships with my clients. So much so that I’ve earned the title of auntie and sister in most cases. I’ve been the one to hold a mother while she’s in labor. I’ve cried as my seniors walk across a stage to receive their high school diploma. I’ve had long conversations with toddlers, talking about everything from boogers to mom and dad. Ive watched a dad cry with every step as he leads his daughter down the isle. I’ve seen the look in his eyes as his bride walks towards him. I’ve asked couples celebrating 50+ years of marriage “whats the key for a long lasting love?” only for them to respond, “don’t go to bed angry at night”. I’ve sat in the back of trucks driving through the mountains, beer in hand on our way to the next location. I’ve let your children color in my tattoos and there have been times where I’m holding one kid on my hip and one on my shoulders just to get a photo of mom and dad alone.
I sit back sometimes and look up to my shelf remembering the days when this all started with a polaroid camera and I feel so very blessed that this life is mine.