I remember the first photo I printed that made me feel that I had created something that was truly my style.
It was years ago, I was only 14. I entered that photo in the county fair, my blonde haired cousin, then 3, standing in a windy field, the wheat blowing, a blank stare looking straight at me, holding a doll in her tiny hands while standing behind an antique cradle. I won a purple ribbon, a feature in the local newspaper, and was overwhelmed by the response that I received. People that I never had met knew me as the "girl that took the creepy picture." I think my photo resonated with people because everyone tries so hard to cover up their flaws, tuck them away in a corner - but we forget that these flaws are what makes us beautiful, and photography has the ability to capture this raw beauty.