I won’t tell you I was born with a camera in my hand. I wasn’t some child prodigy, born to be a photographer. What I was as a child was highly empathic and wildly emotional. So when I was a little girl, new to Arizona, and our storage unit was broken into, I felt my mothers pain. When she realized her wedding album was gone along with the photos of her two children as babies and toddlers. I saw her cry, I felt the loss. Over the next fifteen years, I felt that loss come back again and again. When my High School Sweetheart showed me his baby album, but I couldn’t show him mine. When my two year old son wanted to see me when I was his age and I didn’t have the photos to show him. When I went back to my Aunt Connies house and tried to pull back the memory of my mother, as a bride, standing on the little hill in her backyard from a photo I saw years ago.
You could never give me anything more valuable than a portrait of my family when we were young.
And I can never give your children anything more valuable than beautiful photos from your wedding day. They won’t be there just yet, but they will love looking through the photos. Seeing the flowers, the cake, seeing their mother in white, seeing their fathers face as she walks down the aisle. So when I say I’m empathic, it’s because I want you to know that there is no place I’d rather be than photographing all the joy and love on your wedding day.
I wasn’t born with a camera in my hand. I wasn’t some child prodigy, born to be a photographer, but it also wasn’t a choice. Photography found me, and then it worked its way into my heart.
Hey. Do you mind if I tell you a story? One you might not have heard. All the elements in your body were forged many many millions of years ago in the heart of a faraway star that exploded and died. That explosion scattered those elements across the desolations of deep space. After so, so many millions of years, these elements came together to form new stars and new planets. And on and on it went. The elements came together and burst apart, forming shoes and ships and sealing wax and cabbages and kings. Until, eventually, they came together to make you. You are unique in the universe. There is only one of you. And there will never be another.