This is where I’m supposed to tell you how I’ve always loved photography and that I always have my camera in hand, right?
Not gonna happen.
I haven‘t always loved photography. I didn’t even know I liked photography until a few years ago when I needed to distract myself from a long pregnancy during the hottest summer of the century. And I don’t always have my camera in hand. Rather than bore you with a cliche introduction, instead, let me introduce myself to you by telling you where I’m from.
Where I’m From
I am from tomatoes and raspberries in summer.
I am from North Franklin and Taylor Street.
I am from a huge cottonwood tree, branches stretching far as the eye can see.
I am from two c-sections.
I am from two natural deliveries.
I am from two sisters.
I am from parents who left too soon.
I am from the orange house on the corner.
I am from vacations in Wisconsin Dells.
I am from Diamond Lake.
I am from Holy Cross and the Cathedral of the Holy Trinity.
I am from the scar on my right thumb.
I am from bunk beds and tape down the middle of the room.
I am from Valley Street.
Let me capture where you are from.