Why I became a photographer...

Well, am I a photographer? I struggle with this moniker daily. I don't consider myself a photographer. But I suppose I am given that I take pictures. And there's really no other way to title this post than to admit to myself that I am one.

I found this photo at my grandparents' house, like so many others. I am so lucky that both my parents were excellent photographers... and always had great equipment to play with. And that they encouraged and embraced all sorts of artsy-fartsy-ness. Of course, my dad and I had our dorky darkroom in the basement where I learned all about developing, enlarging, dodging and burning (the real way!). Ahhhh, the smells come back to me as I type. :)

So there he was, camera in hand, the day I was born. Just like a proud dad! Taking yet another amazing photo.



I hope to be able to capture moments like these so that people can have the same kinds of beautiful memories my family has all these years later.