Photography has always been my way of holding onto the moments that matter most. When I was a little girl, my dad handed me his old film camera—a relic from his own youth—and I was instantly hooked. I carried it everywhere, capturing my world through a tiny viewfinder. Now, I have boxes filled with vacation snapshots, blurry photos of my baby dolls, and countless images with my finger covering the lens. They’re imperfect, but they are mine. They are proof of my childhood, of how I saw the world, and of the moment my God-given passion for photography was born.
