An Accessory to Life

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It likely comes as no earth-shattering revelation that I love my job (SURPRISE!!!). Tough to complain about waking up each and every day and making a living as a photographer. It’s not even close to all punch and cookies, but at this point, I can’t imaging doing anything else as a provider for my family and a seeker of everyday contentment. There are a lot of sexy things about being a photographer–traveling the globe, witnessing (and capturing) moments of grandeur and exceptional athletic prowess, searching for (and finding) natural beauty in the oddest places, getting to say “I’m a photographer” (wait–EVERYONE says that–doh), and so many more things that make being a photographer extra “cool” and especially “hip” if you’re one of those super hipster mc-hip-town photographers. But when I distill it all down to the most basic of terms, I think the thing I love very most about being a photographer is the simple fact that, if I’m very careful, and if I let myself go just enough, it allows me to be an accessory to life. Life unadulterated. Life unaltered. Life undirected.
This is an image of my son Blake…being Blake…at the beach. I was there, running alongside him, camera in hand. I was laughing with him–I could reach out and grab his hand and feel the joy, yet somehow, the camera was invisible…and we, together, captured this memory for all of time. That is, without question, the greatest thing about what I do. There have been many milestones for me personally in my short career, but the realization that I can be an accessory to life with my camera in hand is perhaps my greatest achievement yet…