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In the beginning, I was told I needed to find my voice. I heard the words as my father exited the darkroom. I looked at the print in the bath and I had no clue what he meant, I could hear my voice, what was I supposed to find.
When I went to be that night, I found a book on writing a novel. I was clueless other than I knew he wanted me to read the book. I had no idea what writing had to do with photography. I read the book and found out there are hundreds of authors who write mystery novels. Each author has his unique way of telling a story. The great ones have a unique style of writing that captures your attention till the end of the book leaving you wanting more.
The next book I found was on history that talked about art. I am not sure where it came from, maybe the University of Montana. My dad graduated and taught there too. German, Russian, History were the subject he taught. I began to understand what he meant by finding my voice. (more…)