• Amanda L. Morgan

How I Became A Photographer.

Updated: Aug 23, 2018

Here it goes, My first blog post.

The question that I always get asked is, "How did you get started in photography?"

Before I tell you my answer let me give you fair warning... if you are a teacher , you may want to stop reading now! My writing is full of grammatical errors, misuse of punctuation's, and a whole lot of other stuff! Also, I talk A LOT and I take the LONG way in explaining things! Why?! Not a clue.

finally.. here we go..

How did I get started in photography?

I had always loved taking pictures growing up. I loved the idea of a photograph. It captures a memory. All of the details in ones face, a location, etc. is all frozen in a photograph. In elementary school I had a great grandma who suffered from dementia. We'd only visit her about once a year. (due to the fact that we lived in South Carolina and she lived in Massachusetts) I didn't understand how she didn't remember who my dad was.

Later in my young adult life, one of my heroes, my "grammy flo" also was diagnosed with dementia. Losing memories frightens me.

In September 2007 I had a miscarriage. It completely devastated me.

In January of 2008 my husband Chris & I found out we were expecting again. I was so worried throughout the whole pregnancy. I was worried I'd lose this baby too. From the loss of one child and the fear for this one, I wanted to document EVERYTHING. Every week I would take a picture of my pregnancy. I didn't miss a single week. Sometimes I took several.

On September 8th, 2008 our son CJ was born! My need to photograph everything went in to complete overdrive. I wanted to document every little thing he did! I know I'm not the only mama out there who did this. My husband would roll his eyes when i'd pull out the camera or phone for the umpteenth time. When Cj was about 2, people started asking me to take pictures of their kids, their family's, and things just grew from there.

Fast forward to 2017, I lost my younger sister to cervical cancer. While Meg was in hospice I began looking back at all of the photos I had of her. The last picture I had of her, our brother, and myself was from my cell phone. We were on the way to take her to UNC. Before we left out we stopped at a gas station. My brother had just got into the driver's seat, buckled his seat belt, and was about to put the car in reverse, when I told him to wait a minute. I told him to get out of the car, come open the back door, and take a selfie with us. While in the hospice room, sitting by her bedside, I told myself I'd never apologize again for taking so many pictures.

I love what I do! Not just for all of my personal life experiences, but for my clients too! I am honored to do what I do!

Life is a gift.

The people we get to do life with is a gift.

“What I like about photographs is that they capture a moment that’s gone forever, impossible to reproduce.”

Karl Lagerfeld

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