I am not, as some might say, professionally trained. Having
spent more than half my life exploring the creative side of things I realized
(decided to stop stalling) to share what I love and how I view the world with
the public. Now, I have shared in limited fashion for a few years but dabbling
and being serious are two completely different things. Time to be serious, or
well, as serious as I can be.
At 14 I started writing. Everything from poetry to short
stories to almost completed novels and screenplays. With all the ideas floating
around in my head I had to find a constructive way to get them out. Writing
made me happy and I was good at it. Then I was published in a small local
literary magazine.
At the age of 24, just a couple months after my dad
unexpectedly passed away I wrote one last piece that I submitted to a contest
in Glamour Magazine about something that changed my life. I wrote about losing
my dad. Then the words died.
The creativity however did not die. It still required an
outlet. My dad like the few pictures I had taken. And photography was a different kind of
creativity. That summer, June of 2004 I bought my first digital camera.
The rest is history.
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