The rain came down in sheets today- the wind howled outside my window and I had no desire to be productive- AT ALL. Eventually, I pulled myself out of bed and forced myself to sit down and start working. What felt like moments later my reminder alarm went off telling me it was time to go meet my friend Emily for coffee. "2pm already?" It still amazes me how the moment I sit down and start playing, *cough cough* I mean 'working' I get totally sucked in and it's hours before I come back to reality and realize I'm: 1. still in my PJ's, 2. haven't had a thing to eat yet and 3. Poor Coby has been holding it for hours trying desperately not to pee on the floor. It's on days like today that I realize just how lucky I am to do what I love for a living. Photography is the only thing I've ever really wanted to do. When asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, often when I was young, I'd respond with "a marine biologist, zoologist" or something of that nature. Once I actually had to think about it so I could give an answer to the high school guidance counselor, I realized the only thing I really loved was shooting with my Pentax K1000 and playing in the dark room. Seeing images through the lens, working with chemicals to make them appear on my film then transferring that to an actual print amazed me- honestly it still magical to me. Granted I don't spend time in a dark room anymore, 99% of the time I'm sitting at my computer but none the less I still totally love it.
Speaking of the dark room- I have recently been on a quest to resurrect my dark room. Well, to be fair I never had a full dark room set up, I have parts of it and am ready to bring it to life in my basement. Not sure when it will happen but until then I'll keep dreaming of fixer and red safelights.
What did you always want to be when you grew up?