It’s really easy to forget how far you’ve come when things get difficult.
I hopped on to facebook today and saw a memory from 7 years ago which was the week I purchased my first camera. I didn’t know how to use it, didn’t know how to edit the images, but those first 6 months it never left my side.
Flash forward 6 years and I’m stunned I had the audacity to continue shooting looking back at these images but I don’t think the quality of these images matters.
What matters are the memories and that I started.
Often starting is the biggest barrier to entry.
We build up how difficult something is going to be and we let it stop us from ever trying.
Fuck that.
There is nothing more beautiful than being a beginner and looking back at this time I’m envious of the novice that first picked up that camera.
I became obsessed with the dance of photographing people.
That process is what led to my diligence and longing to take pictures every day.
Time is unbelievably kind to someone who persists in something consistently.
If you would have told me 10 years ago that I would get into photography as a career I would have laughed at you.
I always thought I’d be in marketing wearing a suit every day but once I picked up my camera I quickly drifted from the classroom and fell in love with the speed in which I could learn new things on my own.
Whatever you love, do it consistently and over time you will grow massively.