My photography journey began like
many other “mom-togs” out there. One
spring day in April my little man was born and in that moment he changed the
direction of my life forever. I can’t
say that I didn’t have a passion for photography prior to his birth. My mom was notorious for her picture taking
while I was growing up. When I wasn’t
the subject of those pictures, I would always take the camera and try better angles
and better shots. I always felt a rush
of excitement when I captured the moment just how I imagined. When my son was born that passion just
intensified. I wanted to remember every
little moment from angry crying faces to spit bubbles on his chin. The snapshots just didn’t seem to do any of
those things justice. So I started
researching and reading anything about photography. I’ve practiced and worked hard for a few
years and now feel that I can put my skills to the test. So here I go, standing on the cliff ready to
take the plunge and fearfully hoping that I can and will succeed.
And what would this blog post be without pictures of the little man who started it all:
