When I was young I started photographing my world with a 110 and a Polaroid. I photographed my aunt’s entire wedding with a “One-step”.

I moved on to point-and-shoots in college. I love photography as I do writing. Yet, both seemed to be nothing more than hobbies. I didn’t think I could earn a living with either.

Why would anyone buy my photos or writings? I preferred to write short stories and photograph “my point of view”. I didn’t want to photograph wars and people in the worst time of their lives. I believed that, at the time, that is what was open to those who wanted to travel, write and photograph the world.

It would take a long time, but I would learn that I was wrong.

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