Why I became a Photographer: 


Growing up, I spent a lot of time with my grandparents (Nana and Papa)... and by a lot I mean I probably spent more time with them than my actual parents (love y'all).  I started spending the night away from my parents when I was only a year old so I could go to the beach with Nana and Papa... there was never any separation anxiety there! 

Spending so much time with them taught me so many things about love, but also photography.  I had two absolute favorite things to do when I went over to their house.  

1. Look at old pictures.  Papa loved photography.  When he was younger he worked for Kodak and there were tons of photos he had taken of Nana.  My favorite photo was of her in a high waisted bathing suit posing on the beach.  She was such a natural in front of the camera.  In any photo of the two of them together, the love they had for one another was so apparent.  Sitting and talking with Nana about these times will always hold a special place in my heart.  

2. Looking at slides on the projector.  While nothing can replace holding a photograph in your hands, I am fascinated by slides and love looking at them.  Almost overtime I saw Papa, I would ask him to bring out the projector because I wanted to look at slides.  They were mostly of Nana and their kids (my mom and uncle) but I was the first grand baby and so when I was born, there were slides taken of me as well.  

These are some of my favorite memories and so when I think about why I first got into photography, I remember Papa and the affect he had on me and my life.  

It wasn't until after Nana passed in 2007 that I realized how little photos I had with them.  I wish I had a professional photo of the three of us.  I wish the whole family had gotten one last large family portrait.  I made it a point after that to take photos of Papa whenever I could.  They aren't the best quality (I wish they were) but they are some of the last memories I have of him and I will cherish those forever.  


If you don’t think photos are important, wait until they are all you have left.
— Missy Mwac