Well then... the customary 'About Me' page. Truly, I get cold feet writing these sorts of things.
I think it's because this craft isn't about me at all. Everything I've worked to originate and refine over the years has been about other people. That's still true today. It's what waits in front of my lens that makes this worth doing at all.
I'm not so interested in telling you more about me. I'd prefer to show you more about you.
What keeps me motivated to toil through underbrush and desert thickets (I hate bugs!) in the unforgiving sun of eastern Washington (although that ball of fire is my partner and secret weapon) is the chance to show people how wonderful they are. Sometimes they just don't know it... they don't see it fully. So, I show them.
There's a distinct expression that I treasure when a client sits with me to review their portraits; a look of curious disbelief as if seeing oneself for the first time. It's a countenance that seems to say, "That can't really be me..." often with tear-brimmed eyelids. It's incredible. I'll drudge through muck and mire to get shots like that.
The heart of a little girl still dances inside of me; A girl on a white horse, in a white dress, dreaming about princes, and love. The child somewhere in me still believes in enchantment, and that if I find it maybe I can bottle it up like fire flies. I guess I believe there's still this sense of wonder in each of us—maybe just buried or bruised. I uncover and capture it, so you can have fire flies of your own.
You're captivating, and I'll show you.
Meg