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 “Why am I a photographer?” In recent months, I feel like I’ve completely lost touch with why I became a photographer. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love what I do, but sometimes I forget why. When I was first starting out as a photographer and all of my shoots were “just for fun,” it was easy to see why I enjoyed it. After all, there were no consequences if I screwed something up, and I looked at photography as more of an escape from reality than a job.

However, once I decided to dive in full-time, my mindset shifted from “I want to create” to “I need to produce.” Sure, I still had shoots that were purely for fun or for portfolio-building, but deep in my mind, a seed was planted that made me look at photography as a job and no longer as a passion. If I’m being honest, that’s completely messed up! 

I became a photographer because I love taking pictures. I love evoking emotion from people who view my work, and I love capturing the emotion of my subjects through my lens. It’s truly that simple. I had this epiphany at about 3 o’clock this morning, but it stemmed from a shoot that I had the other day. I was shooting with a local model and we were walking from one location to another when I decided to randomly snap a few pics. I’m a sucker for lighting and that’s usually where my 90 percent of my brain activity lives during a shoot.

Needless to say, that doesn’t leave much for anything else. I don’t know what was different about this particular shoot, but for those few frames I shot, I wasn’t thinking about anything at all. We were just having a conversation, and I was pushing a button. It was like I was back in the good ole days where nothing mattered and I was just snapping some pics because I could. I honestly feel privileged that I can call myself a photographer, but sometimes I forget how amazing it is, and I get stuck in the technical side rather than the emotional side.

Touching the Clouds
So high, that you could touch the clouds
The world below looked so fragile and small 
The lives and worries a single speck amidst the grains of sand.
City lights glowed like tiny stars, blinking in and out of existence following the rhythm of code
like the algorithm of a computer. 
What once felt so big, is now but a ghost
What once felt so small, is now invisible to the eye–
but not to the heart. 
Fury of time
The shifting sands obey none.
They whirl and twirl to their own will.
There is nothing that can be done.
We have already done our fill.

Tick tock, the clock goes on,
The period is coming to an end.
Keep your feet on the ground, but let your heart soar as high as it will. Refuse to be average or to surrender to the chill of your spiritual environment.
Nothing is more mysterious than watching a lonely woman who is taking for a night ride in a foggy street
I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.
You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.