Once I finally had a camera of my own, it was my turn.
I took it everywhere—travelling, parties, friends’ houses. I loved capturing moments in time and creating imagery that told a story.
So, years later, when I somehow found myself in a lame government job that I wanted out of, I knew exactly what to do.
The long and short of it when it comes to my “origin story” as a photographer is that I grew up with a camera within reach at all times. My dad was always taking pictures of the people, places, and things he found interesting, that inspired him to want to document the moment. I, in turn, loved picking up our photos at the lab after they were developed and flipping through them, remembering what it felt like to be there when we took each one.