Honey, I’m home.

Honestly, I’ve always been a photographer.

Oh the cliche.

Back when disposable cameras didn’t cost an arm and a leg, and the excitement lived in the wait, sending off rolls of film and hoping for magic. I learnt to shoot by giving laptop lessons to an old couple who’d never opened an email, and from an ex-boyfriend who (lovingly) tried to teach a very stubborn me what aperture and ISO actually meant.

I see memories as old VHS films, soft, a bit static, full of feeling.

I get unreasonably excited about a good Pinterest board.

And I crave a deep, 8-hour edit session the way some people crave a night out.

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