falling in love again

I feel like I’ve hit the backspace button more than I’ve typed letters. I don’t know why I’m so nervous to start blogging; maybe it is that underlying instinct that my work won’t be “up to par” or that I won’t be able to keep up with my own schedule.

The more I think about it, its this that makes us humans amazing. We have the ability to overcome our thoughts, the ability to step past what others think, (or might think) about what we do; the ability to succeed in anything we put our mind to. 

So here I go.

(: For my very first post, I wanted to share with you a few of my first photographs. I took these on black and white film, and developed them myself. These images, though probably not exposed properly, or set up exactly within the rule of thirds, are where I fell in love with the art of photography. I fell in love with the “snap” the shutter made when it opened and closed at one one-thousandth of a second. I fell in love with the raw-ness of only getting one chance to get the photo exactly how I imagined and planned. I fell in love with stepping outside my comfort zone, like laying on the ground in the middle of a sidewalk or introducing myself to homeless strangers. I fell in love with the dark room and the way my eyes had to adjust to the dull orange glow of the overhead safe lights. I fell in love with the butterflies as the photo began to take form beneath the waves of the chemicals. I fell in love with the art. 

I believe with all my heart it is important to take a step back once in a while and remember where you came from. To really take a look at what made you want to do what you do in the first place. To take a break, to take a breath, and to re-invest in yourself. To fall in love again.

 Good luck (:


p.s. click on the images to scroll through the gallery (: