05/27/2018
People ask me all the time, how I found photography. The story goes like this. It's kinda funny...
I had never touched a camera until my older cousin’s graduation. I think I was about 8 years old. My uncle handed me a camera and told me to get up closer to the stage and take photos because I was small. Happy to do so, he showed me how to work the camera and I went to town kneeling and bending and stooping and snapping photos on his Kodak Ektralite 10 camera (pictured below). At the end of the ceremony, I returned his camera to find that he was furious with me for using so much of his film. I felt terrible and vowed to never take pictures again. He was really really mad. However, the following week, after having his film developed, he called my mom to apologize to me. Apparently I had taken really great photos and in that conversation he told me I had an eye. Which I didn’t really understand at eight years old because I was thinking to myself, “🤔 I have two eyes?” That was the moment I realized, I was actually good at something. Photography has been my one and only hobby ever since.
