It all started when I was very young - cliche, I know...
I have memories of my father going on trips to tropical destinations in pursuit of photography and I didn't understand why I wasn't able to tag along. When I was a little older, I remember playing with his retired equipment, wondering what each thing was. Why did he have little colored glass disks? Why was one half red and half blue? For some reason, I never asked.
As an older child, I had an incredible opportunity to take a full-featured photography class where I learned about composition, lighting, and was first introduced to manual exposure on a 35mm film camera. We learned the history of photography, built our own (working!) cameras out of cardboard boxes, spooled our exposed film by hand in changing bags and developed it in the darkroom. We completed the whole process over the course of several months and at the end, I had a perfectly exposed and composed 8x10 image of.... a police cruiser. (Hey, I didn't have a whole lot of available subjects at that time!) I think I might still have it kicking around somewhere.
My relationship with photography thereafter consisted of buying film when I could and snapping away, and then developing the pictures after I had long forgotten what was on the roll - we've all been there, right? I learned so much about luck (or the law of large numbers) the film came back and there was only one or two good shots on a roll. I remember having loads of little drug store pouches in my bedroom filled with blurry and partially exposed images. Still, those one or two shots were enough to keep my interest - and I won a photography contest in for a completely lucky shot of a ball thrown up in the air that perfectly eclipsed the sun. I couldn't have done it again if I tried.
Through the years of early adulthood I never lost sight of it, even though at times the cost of film and developing it limited me. Now in the digital age, that has all changed. My husband bought me a chunky point and shoot with manual exposure options more than 12 years ago now. That camera accompanied us on our honeymoon to Aruba - where it proceeded to save our lives, and that's not an understatement. If you've been to Aruba, you know there are caves you can explore for an admission fee. One of them is aptly called the "Tunnel of Love" due to its heart-shaped opening, so it seemed appropriate for a honeymoon outing. We arrived in the afternoon and the "guides" handed us two very large flashlights with shoulder straps and told to watch our heads because the ceiling could be low - apparently we were on our own. We proceeded bravely by ourselves, but by the time we were 1/4 of the way through the cave, both flashlights were fading. No amount of shaking them was making the light come back on and eventually, we were lost in the middle of a pitch black cave in a foreign country. Our flip phones were back at the hotel because at the time, they didn't work out of the country. However, we had that camera, and it had fresh batteries. I used it to take pictures inside the cave, and the flash allowed us to see glimpses of the walls and the image on the LCD monitor on the back of the camera helped to guide us under low ceilings. We found our way out after what felt like an eternity of snapping, then looking at the camera, feeling our way and then snapping again. When we finally emerged, it was dark out. The "guides" who supplied our flashlights were gone. There you have it - the camera is a full-fledged hero.
The last few years have seen an explosion in digital photography, and I upgraded to a DSLR. The learning curve was a bit steep but I loved it. After more upgrades, I'm now shooting with a Nikon D750 and will never look back! I now also have 2 beautiful children who are (currently) my ever-willing practice subjects when I'm behind the camera.
I like to include natural elements in my photography and I will utilize natural light over artificial conditions whenever possible for the most organic result. I enjoy digging in and I'm not afraid to get dirty in order to obtain unique perspectives in my work. For me, the name Barefoot Blooms captures these sentiments. *Plus, I found that if I don't wear shoes while I'm gardening, I don't track dirt into the house :).
Thank you for taking a peek at this page and I hope that I can be a part of helping you capture the moments you want to remember.