I got my first camera, a Polaroid, for Christmas when I was eight years old. I remember starting to take pictures with it, trying to take interesting pictures. I was a little frustrated because, back in the day, you could only take so many pictures before you ran out of film and I thought my pictures were boring. I asked my mom what made a good picture and she said, "When people don't know you're taking their picture, that's the best."
So, as I’m running out of my first cartridge of film, I decided on a sneak attack. Our bathroom was at the end of a long hallway and my mom was in there putting on makeup. I got down on my belly and started crawling down the hall, trying to stay hidden in the shadows until I could get close enough to take her picture.
Finally, when I was by the bathroom door, I raised up and CLICK, I snapped the picture. Now, like I said, it was a long hallway. I was eight. My mom knew I was sneaking up on her. When the photo developed, I had the best photograph of my mom, leaning over the sink, putting her makeup on, looking at me sideways and sticking her tongue out at me.
I still have that picture of my mom and it is my favorite photo of her. I captured the spirit of my mom perfectly in that image. How beautiful she is and how mischievous she is. I love that I captured that moment and will have it always.
Capturing a single moment in time, knowing the moment will never happen again, that is such a beautiful concept to me. That’s why I love photography and what I want to deliver to you.
San Diego, CA