My love for photography came out of my family placement. I was born the fifth child out of seven and when you are the fifth of seven children, the earliest photo that can be found of you is age five. I want to ensure that no milestone goes undocumented.
One of my first photo shoots was a favor for a coworker. Her son had procrastinated and missed the deadline for getting his pictures taken by the school’s photographer. She called me in a panic saying “if he doesn’t submit pictures by Friday he would have a silhouette in the yearbook, can you help me?” He had very few pictures of himself. He said “I don’t take good pictures.” I told him to trust me and follow my directions. His pictures came out great. When he saw them he said “Wow that must be a good camera.” When I hear people say that I know that I have delivered on my passionate desire to memorialize their story. He was happy and his mom was ecstatic, she submitted the pictures for the yearbook, the day was saved.
The reason I find photography so satisfying is it allows people to archive their triumphs and memorable moments. This became clear to me after a less than spectacular experience taking pictures at a conference for my church. When I looked at those pictures they did not reflect the impressive event. I decided to put all I have into learning my craft to ensure that every photo reflects the essence of every event.
One of my first paid clients hired me to take pictures of her brand new psychology practice. I treated her as though she was a huge hospital even though she was a single practitioner in a small office. My initial work for her left such an impression that she called me a year later to take updated shots, of her now burgeoning practice and her five partners. Clients like this reinforces my commitment to help people capture their remarkable moments.