I’d been scrapbooking for years, and when I say years I mean since the time I was a little girl. I always loved hearing stories about my past and who I was. I suppose it helped me to see how I was changing and where I was heading. The older I got and the more roles I took on (e.g. mother, wife) scrapbooking became my creative outlet, the thing I did while the girls took naps and the place I would hide away in the middle of the night when insomnia set in.

In 2005, I suppose the same time I started blogging, I had this need and desire to capture life more beautifully. With the little bit of money my mother gave me from my grandma’s inheritance I bought my first DLSR, a canon rebel. Oh happy day! I can’t begin to tell you the joy with using such a fine machine for the first time (little did I know). These are some of my very first photos — I was so proud of them. I still am.

That was the beginning for my love of photography. In those first few years I walked around with my camera in hand taking pictures of whatever I could, determined to understand this craft and master it.  Along the way I remember this little voice in my head that told me I could never be a photographer unless someone was willing to pay me to take pictures and so I got into business. Almost as quickly as I started I realized taking pictures for others was not my passion, and that it took me away from what I really loved doing, capturing my life.