I’m not gonna lie, nailing a beautiful sun-soaked portrait of you two snuggled up in a wildflower field or an epic macro ring shot feels AH-MAZING. But that’s just the tip of the iceberg of why I truly love being a photographer.
I grew up with a camera constantly in my face. My parents adopted me as a newborn in their late thirties and wanted to make darn sure that every moment of my growing up was immortalized in print, usually ordered in duplicate. (Thanks for that, Mom, now I have billions of photos to store in my house.) My mother was the gifted one with photography, meaning that most photos were of me by myself or me and my dad. Photos of her and I from my younger years are rare, so I treasure the heck out of them.