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Part 1

I always dreamed of being a professional photographer.  I knew it from the 8th grade.  I had no doubt in my mind what I was supposed to do with my life.  Those around me didn’t see it that way.  They tried to steer me in a different direction.  I complied, until the call to the camera was stronger than my will to fight against myself.  I left a nice, “safe” corporate job to chase my dream. . .that was in 1997.

In college, I wanted to pursue fine art, but was guided away.  I finished my degree in English Composition.  I think that was a good thing, as I look back.  It gives me more skills.  I do a lot of writing to go along with my photographs.

BUT, photography was my dream.  I had no concept of what it would take to become a photographer, and no family support.  It didn’t matter.  It was the only thing that made sense to me, and how my brain operated.  Yes, I can survive in the corporate world, but why be so unhappy?

So in 1997, I quit my job.  I pulled out all my investments.  I spent a month at home writing in my journal.  Then, I spent 17 days traveling and camping through the desert southwest by myself.  Armed with a journal and camera, I journeyed through the Grand Canyon, Monument Valley, Mesa Verde, Arches and the Columbia River Gorge.  It was April, and I was greeted with snow storms.  It was magical. . .

More Later. . .

Love & Light to All. . .Karen