The year was 2005. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire was dominating the box office. Mr. and Mrs. Smith had just come out and the world was on the verge of being introduced to Brangelina. Carrie Underwood was on her way to becoming an American Idol.
And I was about to fall in love with photography.
My first “real” Camera was a Canon Rebel XTi. with a 50MM lens. I wasn’t terrible. Before long, I upgraded to a Canon 5D MKII and invested in good glass. I did portraits, I shot some weddings, I did that thang. I loved it until I didn’t.
I could probably write a longer post about all of this but I eventually, about a decade in, lost my passion for photography. It was a combination of things. The bulk of the equipment, the hassle of carrying 15+ pounds of gear with me, endlessly charging batteries. That and mobile photography made huge strides; my iPhone started producing really visually pleasing shots and it was always with me.
After realizing my Canon 5D was spending months in the bag at a time, I sold it. It was a bittersweet moment.
And then this guy walked into my life.