When I meet people — males, especially — I ask one question of them. And ALWAYS I get a blank stare and hemming and hawing. And usually I get a very unsatisfactory answer. And then they turn around and ask me the same question. I will admit: it’s a hard question (even when you know it will inevitably be asked of me).
Who are you?
It’s a great vetting tool. As a single gal, it gives me the chance to learn a LOT about a young man without him even knowing I’m evaluating. (Yeah, they’re usually that clueless; and I guess now I’m losing the element of surprise… oh well.)
But now it’s my turn to answer the question: Who am I?
Well, I’m obviously a photographer. I’m also a daughter. And a sister. I believe that God created the beauty I see and I believe that He loves me. I travel a lot and love it. I love to experiment in the kitchen. I hang out at a lots of weddings. I want to be cool like my Grandma when I grow up. And that’s me in one paragraph.
See also: why I’m a photographer and the history of photography & me.
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