I studied photography in college, but I didn’t really fit in. I found it really difficult to stand at the top of the class and give my existential reasoning as to why I took a picture of a lake. By the time I left, my confidence in my own photography had deserted me.
I ended up in an office job for a few years and I hated it! Sitting in an office with people I had nothing in common with, doing a job that was literally draining my soul and energy and made me dread every day. The only thing that kept me going was my dream of being a photographer - not only that but an even more niche dream of being a dog photographer.
I’d always grown up with animals, we had rabbits, guinea pigs, we even had a budgie called “Bobby Cobbe” that could say his own name. But it wasn’t until we got Zoe, our golden cocker spaniel that a whole other level of love came into play. When she passed, within 6 months I had rescued Ozzie because I realised I was a dog nut and I just couldn’t live without a dog in my life.
So anyway, I was nowhere near becoming a professional dog photographer because I was working in a call centre and was afraid that dream just wouldn’t work out, that I wasn’t good enough. All those fears just kept me back until one day...
I had cried my way to work - I get in and then some fecker lashed out at me on the other end of the phone and I just thought to myself, what the hell am I doing here, I don’t deserve this. I walked out of the office that day and I just knew in my heart that it was time to start making my dreams come true. I went home, I cried all the way, I didn’t know what was going to happen, I didn’t know if it was going to work out but I just knew I had to give my best shot!
One month later I was borrowing money for my first month’s rent on my studio in Greystones and then one week later I had my first client and I’ve never looked back!
I love what I do and I love how I can make magic happen when people think it might be impossible.