Since I was a little girl, I absolutely loved photography, I was amazed by it, curious about it, thought about it all the time, dreamed about it making me famous and oh my hell, I took so many pictures that I probably cost my mom a small fortune in film and development. We never had much money growing up so I didn't have the nicest camera or the best camera but I didn't care, it never once made me feel inferior to someone with a couple thousand dollar set-up. I knew I had the eye and in the end, that's all that really matters. From my first Polaroid, to my latest camera... nothing fancy but it gets the job done.
I took a photography class in high school and learned all the cool tricks you can do with an old manual camera, I learned about the rule of thirds which I break on a regular basis, I learned what interested me and I ignored the other stuff, such is life. ;)
I am now in my thirties and just starting to get noticed for my photography. I am not complaining, better late than never, happy dance and everything. It feels so good to do something that you love and possibly have a chance to make a little money at the same time. It's the American dream that I have never believed in coming back around to smack me in the face and I couldn't be happier. Lesson here is to never give up on your dreams, no matter what. I love freezing moments in time, it's just kinda my thing.... ;)
Now for people to see my work and want it in their home, that is the true test of making it to me.... when one of my photographs hangs on the wall of a family home and makes them smile when they see it, that's the feeling I want.
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