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