The first-ish time I picked up a camera to document something was when I was around twelve-years-old with a Canon point and shoot. My grandfather (I called him Opa, in German) gave it to me, and it even came with a portable printer. He was always known to do extensive research on electronics, and picked the best tech. He was very smart, a computer engineer, but knew about everything in the world. He built his own computer... radios... could figure out anything. He was also especially goofy and kind-hearted.
Anyway, the trip I was to document was to Cooperstown, New York, where the National Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum @baseballhall is. I remember taking pictures of every exhibit, of the immaculate hotel we stayed at (the @otesagahotel) and my family. I remember taking the “job” with pride and wanting to capture everything.
From there, photography became a casual hobby for me. It really wasn’t until 2013 that I took storytelling seriously. I’m in the process of creating a video about this, so I may have to cut this timeline a little short.
By the way, I still own my first canon. I didn’t know at the time, cameras would become my life’s weapon. My Opa also passed in 2012, and he was extremely special to me. Even though he had a career in technology, he always wanted to be a writer. A storyteller. He loved reading my stories I wrote in elementary school, and told me to pursue writing too. I think I followed his advice, except my pen is a camera, and my paper is the world.