I think Photography has always been a part of my life. I can remember still being in diapers and my Oupa following me around with his Canon T90 and telling me how he spent years taking wedding photos in the “old” days, and when I was 11 and got my first camera, a silly little “mik ndrik” film camera that had me spending all my pocket money on film and getting the photos developed, and being at the National school of Arts making a pin hole camera on my first lesson and then falling in love with the Darkroom process.
Also being at University and having Photography as an additional subject that had me so inspired I used to send more time on the Photography projects than on my actual subjects. I also modelled for a while which taught me so much about what the photographer actually wants And finally inheriting my beloved Uncle Craig’s camera, a Minolta 7xi which was the beginning of my journey to becoming a professional Photographer. It’s like a thin blue thread that sows my life together, always there. I feel so incredibly privileged and blessed to be a photographer, that my job is to be surrounded by beautiful moments that I get to capture and make forever. It’s like I get to see the world through God’s eyes, filled with so much Love, Joy, Laughter, Happiness and heavenly memories.
I LOVE my Job, and I’m excited to know that with every shoot I do I learn a little more, see more and become more of the person God intended me to be
More about me . . . I love people, modern things, shiny things and I most defiantly love Hanno (My fiancĂ©) the most, I love my family and friends, I love my church, I love Jesus (the mostest) and I love being a child of God who has been saved by Grace. I love my very crazy (totally coo-coo) black cat Bagheera Batman. {LOL} . I love my ipod and listening too too much Taylor swift. I love Italian food (I’m Italian) I love Love, I love people in love and I love weddings and I still cry at every wedding and then again when I edit the photos. I love Photography. I love my Job. I love life even when its difficult, I love, I love, I love. . .
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