Why am I a photographer?

Why am I a photographer?

The year was 2000, I got on the bus early…as usual. I preferred time to myself after being caged with a bunch of 7th grade lions. Clutched in my hand was my mothers pentax 35mm camera from the 1970′s. As usual I made my way to the back of the bus. I reached my hand over and triggered the shutter…that day it seemed to click unusually loud. Days later I hand developed the film and printed in the lab that we had at Masconomet. Weeks later my teacher approached me and asked that I submit to the Boston Globe for the Art Awards. To my amazement I got an honorable mention and was presented in front of a few thousand people. This is the photograph that made me become a photographer. This was the moment I truly realized my dreams, my passion, my life in an instant. Whats your moment?