I believe that we should all have a why. What I mean is, why do we do the thing we do? And you can't say money. Money is a result of what we do. I live in the real world and yes, I would love to take photos full time and support myself and my family with this crazy and wild obsession of mine, but that is not why I do what I do.
I didn't fully grasp my why until recently, and in order for you to fully understand it, I need to take you on a short journey. I picked up my first camera at the age of seven. It was a Browning box camera with a terrible light leak, but I loved it and took that thing everywhere, snapping pictures whenever I could scrape together enough money for film. When I was ten my baby brother Eric, who was two at the time, died of cancer. My family had very few photographs of him, and as a grown adult I can actually only remember one of them. It wasn't until recently, after my older brother passed away, that I wondered where the photos were, only to discover they have been lost forever. I would love to have a photo of Eric, but that is simply not going to happen. So my why is simply this; to capture the memories; to freeze time in that moment and preserve forever, the happiness, the joy, and the laughter every day.