Lessons from my

From my mother, I received encouragement to nurture my big, wild, fantastical imagination. She made up stories to tell me as a small child and read many a book aloud before bedtime. We would belt Broadway songs in the car when she took me to theater practice. Her support of my creative nature helped me remain a kid at heart and is why I LOVE working with children. How they see the world, what they have to say about it, and the ones they create at the drop of a hat never cease to amaze. 

From my father, I inherited his eye, knowing a good scene or design when I see it. While he became a landscape architect, his first love was photography. Black and white pictures he took lined the hallways of our home growing up and when I began my own journey into photography, he became like a kid again, excited to talk about a subject he knows a lot about. After years of watching him take pictures of bushes, mulch, grass, and, once, a dime in the space between sidewalk slabs at Legoland he found to be ridiculous, it was a surprise to learn he is actually well versed in the art of photography. However, his noticing of small details also trained me to search for and pick out finer elements, be it during a shoot or noticing a nice tree grate while on a walk, which I of course take a picture of and send to my dad.

"From my mother, I received encouragement to nurture my big, wild, fantastical imagination."

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