I’m Going Blind.
It’s still crazy to me to write that out. Please bear with me as I tell my story. I promise it gets better in the end.
But, I’m a photographer.
It was my senior year of high school when I fell in love with photography. My humanities teacher, Mr. Wright, did a block on the history of photography and introduced me to the work and philosophy of Henri Cartier-Bresson.
Not only was I enamored with the concept of the decisive moment – when everything falls into place and a photographer captures just the right moment – but I was also captivated by the leading lines and geometric forms Cartier-Bresson used in his work. You can see both at play in the image “Behind the Gare Saint-Lazare.”
Mr. Wright gave us an opportunity to play with those ideas and let us roam the school grounds during class with a digital point-and-shoot camera. During that little photo journey, I photographed the symmetrical hallways, the leading lines in the parking lot, and created a frame within a frame in the stairwell. I discovered a creative part of myself I had never accessed before. I felt alive.
I had to do a lot of soul searching to find my path after I was done with high school. I took some classes at my local art school and fell in love with photography again. This was it. This was my path.