Making pictures makes me happy. Always has.
In the beginning, one image worth saving from a roll of 24 was a good day. I really tried wrapping my head around all of that gibberish about the exposure triangle and the rule of thirds… it just wasn’t a happening thing. I had a better chance at memorizing the periodic table of elements.
The odds of getting an image worth saving increased when cameras became automatic—however, aperture, shutter speed, ISO, the golden hour—poppycock.
The digital age rocked my world. The dots started to connect and the gibberish made sense. I am continually inspired by the work of other photographers, by the people I meet daily and by the beauty that surrounds me everywhere. Beauty that I never even noticed before.
Nearly everyday brings a new image that I long to capture and for that very moment in time, it’s my favorite. Some days it is the sparkle in a little girl’s eye, the pure speed of a greyhound or a drop of water caught at the end of a leaf.