The Manatee Has Become the Minto

My photography over the past year has been productive, but by the same token, I am not sure that I have invested myself into it enough or managed to create something that is as satisfying to my emotions and ideals as it is to my taste for the technical aspect of it. Part of why I even started picking photography back up was to help figure that first part out (emotions/ideals). I need to buckle down and really think about what I want to say. I would prefer to not pay tuition to make someone encourage me to do it.

On a somewhat related note, I have my first real, official, I-dont-know-these-people wedding to shoot in a couple of weeks. I certainly cannot wait to have some monetary validation.

So, this blog that I have. While I would hope anyone who drops by cares about what I say, it would please me much more greatly to have the reason for your reoccurrence to this page be for my photography than my overly wordy...words. Without further ado(doo), I will keep typing, prolonging, overhyping aaaaaand...



Hope you like it. My dad, who does a bang up job making color look delightfully dreary, accomplishes the exact opposite by making black and white look so cheerful.