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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