I never wanted to be a photographer.
At 6 years old, I wanted to be a fireman. This dream was only reinforced, after I discovered the song "I Want To Be A Fireman," on a classic Kid's Songs VHS. My mom would take my younger brother Daniel and I, to The Fire House Museum in Cincinnati, OH. Two little boys, dreaming to be heroes. Not because it was admirable and cute, but because it's what kids did.
Many childhood dreams, under the pressures of life’s realities, shatter into thin air like a bullet thru porcelain. I didn't become a fireman, but I found something else.
My foray into photography and video production was a labor of love, but also an existential self defense mechanism. I was more scared of waking up one day and realizing I’ve wasted my life, doing something I hate, rather than failure.
I never wanted to be a photographer. I just I wanted to love my job.