The story of a boy and his camera
In 1990, I took a class in photography. I studied the complexities of the exposure triangle and learned the basics of composition. The teacher, my favorite one Mr. Taylor, assigned me my first camera, and just like that, I became a photographer.
The first year of photography was a blur; however, I remember being told I had a "good eye," and I will never forget developing my first rolls of film in the darkroom! Something is genuinely magical after your negatives are finally developed and you print it onto the paper with a projector head and finally drag the print through all of those chemicals. You get to see A moment in time coming to life, the preservation of something that had already passed -stopped forever for to keep and share forever.
Many years and cameras later, I am still here, learning and working to be the best I can be. I create art the only way I know how. With each composition, quick adjustment of the aperture, and with every click from the shutter. Click... I create another story suspended in time, preserved for whoever's eyes fall upon it to see and enjoy forever.
-Since those early days, photography has been a part of my life and will always be.
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