I always attribute different points in my life where I feel like photography was calling out to me, but I wasn’t really listening. A trip to the ocean with college roommates was one of them. I had my little digital camera, when digitals were just on the rise. And I remember playing with light, texture and composition, but not really know why something looked good or how I got it to look good. But I so clearly remember snapping shots of my roommates walking on the beach, the seagulls we chased down, and waves in the sand and the life in the water. I was very drawn to it, and yet at the same time I wasn’t paying attention and never thought much of it.
So when I return to the beach with my family I see all those same images I saw 12 or so years ago and I realize my heart does the same thing it did then. It’s the most simple place you could go, sand, water and sky, and yet the water dances with the shore, the wind ripples in the sand, the sky changes from one moment to the next and when my children go the ocean they come alive, and me and my camera get to help the story of the our time at the ocean.