So you see, this isn’t a story about how photography is my passion. This is the story of why I’m a photographer despite all the reasons I shouldn’t be…
My husband and I were newlyweds and we had just received our wedding album, I cried as I flipped through the pages, he rested his left hand over my shoulder, smiled and kissed my cheek after every page. I had never felt the power of storytelling and documenting as much as I did in that moment and I decided I wanted to do the same for others. I didn’t own a camera the day I became a photographer and I had never (and still haven’t) been to photography school but I was convinced I found what I was looking for.
When I photographed my first portrait session, when I documented my nephew being born and when I shot a wedding on one of my personal worst days I learned that I need photography. It’s the only means that allows me to pour out the fullness of my heart and express myself when words are too loud. When a couple invites me into their world and trusts me to capture their love I shoot with all I have because I don’t know how to do it any other way. When my clients express their joy and thanks upon receiving their images I have to remind them that it’s a privilege to tell their stories.
I’m a photographer because I can’t not be. Photography allows me to express my passion of embracing life and feeling love with my whole heart.
Like you, I’m still in the process of writing my story but sometimes I’m not sure I’ve fully grasped the beauty of the chapters written so far. Although I have yet to cuddle with baby panda bears, explore the oceans with wild orcas and fly to the highest peaks alongside massive birds I currently have the undeserving privilege of documenting life and love with my camera… I’m forever grateful.