I do have to say I remember the exact moment I fell in love with photography. I was about 14 years old, killing time at my grandmother's home. I picked a book off her shelf containing various photographers' work. It was filled with photos of old men sharing hearty laughs over cigars and booze, and old women sitting on their porches. I was enamoured with the images of backwoods children outside of their shanty homes somewhere in the south, and stoic urbanites on street corners. One photo in particular caught my attention, and changed the way I would look at the world around me. It was the candid shot of an old, bent woman in a dark woolen coat throwing a moment's wistful glance into a store front's window. Behind the glass sat a wedding gown, the image of youthful love and new beginnings. It struck me then that some moments, some emotions, can only be caught and explained in still frame, where they are preserved forever to share with others.
