My love affair with photography began with:

"wind, wind, click"

We were on a first name basis at the Walmart photo counter as soon as I turned 16. Every weekend I'd drop off a disposal camera full of that week's highlights and browse the craft aisles for an hour until I could pick them up. (What- first name status at Walmart is not something a lot of people brag about? pshhh...) 

Before I knew anything about exposure or aperture or shutter speed, I knew the most important thing about photography to me: I wanted to capture every moment on film. While a lot of my friends could spend every night surrounded by people, I found that I always appreciated at least a night or two of quiet. Time to sit on my bedroom floor surrounded by edging scissors, contruction paper and rubber cement, listening to Train, and creating somewhat rudimentary scrapbooks. Yeah... I didn't have a lot of boyfriends, but I had shoeboxes and shoeboxes full of photographs. 

These days, I'm no longer winding up diposal cameras, and I no longer visit the one-hour photo counter with any regularity. I like to think I've learned a thing or two on the technical side over the years, (mostly by trial and error and more than my share of googling). A few things haven't changed, though: I still never want to miss a moment, my greatest passion is capturing those moments in photographs, and I still listen to a whole lot of Train. 

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