In scary movies someone always says, “Don’t look back”. But as a photographer, that’s pretty much my every day. And since photography has always been something I’ve done, I’ve always been looking back. I don’t live in the past, but I love looking back. I love to see how my life has changed. How myself and the people around me have evolved.
I never want to forget where I came from.
So today, rather unwittingly, I found myself in the past. Looking back at events when I was on the verge.
I was 24ish. I had graduated college and was holding down a myriad of menial jobs, barely making ends meet. I had no idea what I wanted. I was living with my ex… While we were exes. I wasn’t exactly proud of myself. Things had to change, but I was penniless and clueless. And then I moved to Colorado…