I love people-watching. I grew up one of five kids, and have twenty-five cousins (and counting!) on my mom's side alone. My family frequently went through boxes of old photos, albums, and video cassettes. I loved the nostalgia that filled the room and the stories that flowed. Naturally, I took to photography very quickly – observing moments, freezing time, and capturing a lifetime of memories. And it all started with capturing my family's big moments.
Somewhere along the way, I gave up on my dream. I lost sight of why I fell in love with photography and started focusing on all the things I couldn't do. I hung up my camera for many years and in that time, babies I'd photographed had grown into teenagers, many family members had come and gone, and life was passing me by.
I recently picked up my camera again, and rekindled that love of capturing life's beautiful moments, and never want to put it down again.
My 9-year-old, American Pit Bull Terrier mix, is often confused for a puppy because she acts like one. She prefers my bed to hers and thinks she's a 65-pound lapdog. She'll eat anything that falls before it hits the ground. She hasn't learned what to do with toys, or how to grab things with her mouth. She requires being covered in blankets as well as nesting with my blankets, pajamas, and unmentionables. (She's a weirdo.) Her farts can clear a room or a small island, and she's half (clumsy) cat.
I adopted her at the end of March 2015 from the Chicago Animal Care and Control, but she truly rescued me. She's a pain in my butt, but I love her to death.
Thalia & Raul
I honestly don't know how to approach you today. But I just want to thank you from the bottom of our hearts. No amount of words can express it enough. WE LOVE YOU!!!
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Ana & Carlos
You're truly talented! Thank you for such a blessing & your time. I must admit I almost cried while reading your blog post. Thanks for being apart of this!!