I remember when I initially made the decision to move from photographing food to people. It was horribly scary because for the first time I would have to interact with my subject. I’d have to be able to work with them and figure out how to pose them for acceptable looking shots. It was overwhelming and terrifying and made me completely uncomfortable. With food, I could throw a cute placemat in the picture, move the dish around in the light, and that was that. But with kids and families, I had to step out of my comfort zone and force myself to learn, work hard, and practice, practice practice. And the more families I photographed, the more I fell in love with this craft.
When my son was born, everything changed for me. I had more of a purpose with photography. I wanted to take these photos that I would be able to look back on years down the road and remember what was going on in those moments. And I wanted to be able to do that for others. Because these moments are priceless. Because when Camden goes off to college, I want to remember that little scraggly haired boy who carried his sippy cup everywhere. I want to remember that he loved to copy mommy by playing with his little camera. I want to remember how he loved pointing to the planes in the sky. Because while Camden won’t be this little forever, I’ll always have these pictures to look back on. I love being able to offer that to others. And I absolutely adore photography. It truly is one amazing time machine.