When I first visited the City of Love 12 years ago, my dream of making a career as a photographer was still just that— a dream. I was taking classes at our local technical college and had just landed my first gig as an assistant.
I went deep into the archives today and rediscovered the shots I took on that trip. I love looking back at my early photographs. Even though, from a technical standpoint, they can be a bit cringeworthy, I still recognize my voice in them all these years later.
If I haven't mentioned it lately... I'm so grateful I get to be a photographer. It is the best job in the world.