Tuesday, October 19, 2010


There was always a part of me that was intrigued by photography.  The concept of being able to freeze a moment in time seemed fascinating, while the technical aspect of the camera appealed to my geeky nature. 
            I took a photography course in university where I used by dad’s 1970's Nikon camera and shot black and white film.  I loved how sturdy the camera was in my hand and the sound it made when I pressed the shutter button.  We read books like those by Susan Sontag, On Photography, and I quickly became intimidated yet intrigued by the power of the photograph.
            In 2007 I moved to Lusaka, Zambia where I worked primarily with youth and street kids for a missions organization.   It was in Zambia that I stumbled upon an interest in telling stories through images and written word as I kept a blog and wrote letters to those back home. 
LUSAKA, Zambia (05/05/07) -- Mr. Gondwe works diligently on the Action Zambia farm, always with a smile on his face.  Working for Action Zambia as a guard and groundskeeper earns him well above the average dollar a day most Zambian's live on.
            This image of Mr. Gondwe was somewhat of a turning point in my journey to photojournalism.  Up until this point I had really not thought much about photography and was consumed with the work I was doing.  This image brought me back to it.
            Upon returning home a year later I was prompted by friends and followers of my blog to pursue photojournalism.  This lead me to Loyalist College where I showed up in August 2009, new camera in hand, not fully understanding what photojournalism was.  But in that first semester something resonated inside of me with what I was learning.  Almost like it put a name to a passion inside of me: telling the stories of humanity through capturing moments in time.  And so the journey began.