You get to a point in your life when you realize someday is now. That’s what happened to me with photography. You see, like most thirteen year-old-girls, I was obsessed with taking pictures. My dad is a photojournalist turned photo operations manager, so in the early ’90s, I permanently borrowed his old Canon camera body and lenses and blew through several dozen rolls of film (film!) taking terrible, blurry, grainy still lifes. I read every book in the house about photography and was convinced that the forthcoming digital revolution would ruin the art. (Ha!)






