I discovered photography as an art-form when I was 13. It quickly became an escape from the trials of adolescence, and an excuse to let it soldier on. The reason to get up in the morning and wash your hair. To re-arrange your bedroom furniture. To save your money for a Nikkor 50mm 1.8 lens. To explore an abandoned house. To tie two dozen apples to trees. To cut out a thousand paper stars. To practice ballet. To learn to levitate. To have tea parties at the age of 18. To forge, through art, a place for yourself in the world and fight tooth and nail to stay there.
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