I’ve never been fond of gold. I’ve always found it gaudy and frankly, gold jewelry is what old ladies in their sixties wear. Right? I probably get it from my mom. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her wear gold jewelry in my lifetime—unless it was because my sisters and I bought her a pair of “#1 MOM” earrings for Mothers’ Day once and she wore them out of pity for our lack of style. At any rate, you won’t often find my mom or myself with a gold necklace around our necks.
But this gold is an exception to the rule. I’ve been dreaming about having my very own gold box for a while now. For over a year I’ve been planning, scheming, saving, budgeting, praying… and now it’s here. When I walked out of the store—gold boxes in tow—I was giddy. I was like a kid leaving Toys ‘R Us, unable to wait for home to open my brand new toy. Literally. I opened up my new box as soon as the car door was closed, and had the camera fully operational by the time we pulled out of the parking lot.
This post has been over a year in the making. This blog itself has been a lifetime in the making (cheesy!) and I can’t wait to see where it goes. I want it to be a place to share my images and ideas, to grow as a photographer, and to delve into what’s ahead. Which hopefully includes many more gold boxes.