When I was eighteen – yes it was the 80’s. BARF. Now these kids are born in the 90’s. Dang – when did I get so old?
Boy George was the rage. George Michael was dreamy. I had punk hair and a punky attitude. My photography SUCKED.
Wait, did she just say her photography sucked.
Yes. My photography sucked. I was young and stupid and wish I could do it over again and again. I love the smell of fixer and stop. I love playing in the dark room. I love the mystery of taking a photograph and not being able to see it until I carefully unrolled the film into the canister from HELL and put developer in the metal can and shook it – wait swirled it – so the metal would come off of the film and reveal … a super sucky picture. I have all my work from Columbia College here if anyone would like to validate how much I suck. Wait – please do not validate me. I know now the error of my ways and I am happy to say that I can see when someone else sucks. Let me just be clear – when your new at photography – or anything for that matter – you, well, suck.
Now…some years later…I don’t. I’m pretty dang good. I LOVE the work I do. I LOVE Naperville. I LOVE my friends and family. And here is my favorite little girl and her friend.
Thanks for stopping by…stay cool Naperville.