I never felt artistically gifted growing up.
I would watch hours of Bob Ross and wish on my lucky stars that someday I would wake up with magically gifted hands that would give me the ability to paint or draw things the way I see them.
I see flickering beams of white light dancing on my kitchen walls, the way the sunset illuminates my loved ones’ skin, shapes and movement in landscape and architecture.
I see moments I want to hold so tight I’ll never forget them.
I see stories I want to tell the world, and picking up photography later in life let me do just that.