The Ten Pictures that Got Me Here: Where it All Began
I craned my neck to the side, leaned over the arm of my office chair and peeked around the cubicle wall at my friend Bomi. And like the origin of every photographer’s story I said . . . “Will you let me take pictures of your family? For free? Just to practice and figure out my new camera?”. And like every photographer who has great friends like I do, she said “of course!”. This simple idea was the start of something so much bigger. In the mountains of images I captured that day there was one that whispered quietly to me behind those cubicle walls and said “maybe this is what you’re supposed to be doing.” A daddy, a new baby, a bright blue North Carolina sky and the chance to someday make a change.