This is the story of me leaving music and entering photography.
I grew up obsessed with music. Like leave the living room with the latest blockbuster movie playing to go to my room and listen to my same old Cds obsessed.
I was obsessed with playing music. Any kind of music, on any instrument I could get my hands on. I had pretty good chops, too.
I always enjoyed photography, even worked in a photo lab as a teen. I loved trying to continually take my photos to the next level. But I never really looked at photography as a career.
So there I was , 26, music loving fool. Had already built a successful music education career, had already launched a successful retail music store. Loving life. Enjoying photography as a hobby.
Then one day I woke up and my left index finger was swollen and stiff. “What the heck” I thought.
Turns out I was in the beginning of my life with a form of arthritis that mainly targets, of all things, my fingers. Not cool for a musician.
Without going into all the boring details, basically my musical ability slowly declined, I sold the store and quit teaching music, and my photographic ability gradually improved (because of all the extra practice).
The more I found myself photographing the more I wanted to. I began to really develop a passion for capturing not only my own special moments, but also those of others.
So I went from this: