When I was younger, I always loved taking pictures. No, I had no idea that 'enjoyment' of my younger self would turn into a God-given blessing and gift. I remember walking around with an old point and shoot I had gotten from a garage sell, taking pictures of things that captured my fancy and looked pretty. I loved it. One Christmas, my wonderful Mom, after picking up on my love of taking pictures, got me a coral-colored Canon Point and Shoot that was 100xs better than that old, well-loved garage sell camera. I carried it everywhere - literally. As I got older, I started messing around and experimenting with my Mom's larger DSLR Canon Rebel T3. I seriously had no idea what I was doing, yet something in me wanted to keep on working with it. I started carrying around Mom's bigger (and nicer!) camera with me outside, and I and that camera had many an interesting trip in the outdoors - and many an experiment ended in disaster. I was about 13 when I started taking some portrait photos of my sister, always the little model. There - I found my passion (No matter the not-so-good quality of those first pictures). Capturing the moment and the emotion in someone's face caught me and pulled me into the world of portrait photography. I started experimenting more with taking pictures of her, and she was always ready to grin at the camera and make a silly, cute pose. On my 15th Christmas, I remember sitting on our burgundy leather couch and watching my siblings finish opening their gifts. I had just finished opening my last gift, and was now just enjoying their joy. I faintly remember Daddy looking at Mom and her nodding discreetly. I didn't think anything about it, until Daddy disappeared and reappeared with this huge box and set it smack in my lap. I was totally confused. I hadn't really asked for anything 'big' (I had never been good at figuring out what to ask for Christmas), therefore, it was in confusion and curiosity that I opened that plain cardboard box. After slitting the tape and opening the flaps, I just kinda stared at the contents of the box in my lap. Then, I looked at Mom and Daddy and said, tears in my eyes, 'You got me a camera?!' I hastily wiped the tears that were obscuring my vision and lifted the large camera box out of the cardboard box it had been shipped in. 

From that moment forward, you rarely saw me without my little ‘memory capturer’. I took photos of every event, no matter how large or small, and everything I saw was beautiful. I loved every moment. As my love developed, I started being more consistent in portrait photography.

I upgraded my camera from the money I saved - I don't believe in debt of any form. Even to expand your business. As I grew in my photography journey and experience, I loved photography more and more. A moment captured - a toddler's first steps - a baby's laugh - a senior's excitement - the beauty of a family - and the heightened joy of a new couple. 

In this - this journey of learning, experience, and trial and error, I found it. 

My passion. The gift God gave me. The love and desire to capture the emotion in a moment that can never be relived, but always remembered.

Join me on my photography journey! Bless me with the immense privilege to capture your moment in time.

 

Because every moment is worth capturing.