When it came to
photography I couldn’t get enough of nature and structures, something I learned
from my Dad. As a child we would
be driving home from the office or a camping trip, and he’d randomly pull off
to the side of the road “Just one second Soph, I have to get a picture of this
barn!” Yet another twenty minutes down the road it would be a bird, a tree or
something nature had decided to show him.
The very first time I picked up a camera was with my Dad while on a work
trip to St. Maries Idaho. He had
kindly let me tag along with him for the 6 hour drive north, to a beautiful
hidden town I had never even heard of.
He then let me watch him shoot hundreds of pictures of the mountains and
lavender fields. When he saw the
amazement in my eyes he decided to take the whole afternoon off. He took me
around and taught me how to use the camera, how to focus it, what to focus on,
and the rule of thirds. My very
own, and very first real camera lesson! I was thrilled and knew I had found one
of my truest joys in life.
I then
proceeded to take educational courses to better my photography skills. While in
school I also became infatuated with history. Ancient world civilizations, and
art history became my new fixation!
Everywhere I went so did my camera, but more as a way to document where
I had been and and capture the history of where that was.
During a
transitional period in my life I found myself in Utah. I had the opportunity to be involved with a few family
and individual photo shoots. I have grown to appreciate my natural ability to
capture life in the moment.
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