kdemas
Enjoy Life.
For me it started with my Dad, an excellent photographer (hobby) who taught me the basics at a very young age. Classes in school filled in some blanks in my younger years.
Fast forward a few short decades and things really took off for me. Why? I got laid off. I had traveled to Paris regularly in the mid-2000's and my love of photography was rekindled. When my employer went belly up in 2009, and things looked bleak with the economy, my avenue opened up for photography growth.
For 4 years a good majority of my time was spent walking the streets of San Francisco, camera in hand. I learned to calm my mind, not seek out images but be open to situations (a little HCB thrown in there). Time was my friend, I could be, and was, an observer of the world.
Shooting, reviewing, learning... a cycle that repeated itself nearly every day. Techniques became natural, adjustments and on-the-fly spontaneity flowed.
So, for me, my photographic foundation was an early childhood education complemented with a mid-life crisis turned opportunity. Everyone has their story. That's mine.
Fast forward a few short decades and things really took off for me. Why? I got laid off. I had traveled to Paris regularly in the mid-2000's and my love of photography was rekindled. When my employer went belly up in 2009, and things looked bleak with the economy, my avenue opened up for photography growth.
For 4 years a good majority of my time was spent walking the streets of San Francisco, camera in hand. I learned to calm my mind, not seek out images but be open to situations (a little HCB thrown in there). Time was my friend, I could be, and was, an observer of the world.
Shooting, reviewing, learning... a cycle that repeated itself nearly every day. Techniques became natural, adjustments and on-the-fly spontaneity flowed.
So, for me, my photographic foundation was an early childhood education complemented with a mid-life crisis turned opportunity. Everyone has their story. That's mine.