The gift of photography is priceless

When did I know – when I was 8 years old, printing images with Dean in the home made dark room? No. When I had John snap a photo of me doing a backflip, legs directly in the sky? Not yet. It was sitting at the entrance to the #Museum of Natural Science Houston taking tickets. I had a lot of time to read. I was reading “Feast of All Saints” by Anne Rice and it hit me: Photographer. I could do that. Age 22 and I exploded with excitement and passion just to hold a camera. It took years to court light properly – I now have her in my hand, as an admirer and student.

Waterfalls at Royal Oaks


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