I am a photographer for two disparate reasons.
First, I love the expression of a mother seeing her daughter as a bride for the first time or the tears on a father's cheek as he gives away his little girl or a groom's face as his bride walks down the aisle or the moment when the couple realizes they are one. I love documenting babies as they grow and change, as they form personalities and as they toddle and then walk. These moments are the ones I live to capture. These are the images that my clients will cherish. Unguarded moments are the most difficult and yet most rewarding to catch.
Second, I am an adrenaline junky. Not the way you would expect, though. I don't jump from airplanes or white water raft or race motorcycles. I shoot portraits and weddings. The high I get from photographing a wedding makes everything else irrelevant. I have been quite sick when I left home for a wedding or session. After an hour, I've forgotten all that ails me. Countless times I've been freed of all stress while working and left the session or wedding smiling. Unfortunately, the high is followed by a crash that leaves me needing another fix.