One family vacation when I was ten, my dad let me use the video camera. I filmed some footage and then forgot to turn the camera off. When we got home, we had an hour of video of me: walking around, talking to people, going about my business. I was not allowed to video on family vacations anymore.
Despite my ill-fated documentary attempts, I still loved to be behind the camera, and spent three years studying photojournalism at Western Kentucky University before I got tired of the politics and drama of editorial photography. I loved the picture, but not the roadbumps that were in the way of it.
I decided to pursue social work. I set my camera down for almost a year. And then I missed it terribly and started to shoot again. Now I shoot pictures for me, for my friends, and for people: I focus on the subject and not on the process of making a beautiful picture. Photography has always been more about the person in front of the camera for me, and I think that's why I chose social work instead. When I tried to help people through my photography, my camera got in the way.
I still love pictures and continue to shoot them. It will always be in my blood.
Bowling Green, Kentucky