



As a child I watched in wonderment as my parents snapped photos with their Canon camera (my dad circa '82). I loved that camera, so sleek and shiny. But what I loved most was what you did with a camera, you captured moments and kept them forever. My parents carried their camera on our many trips to Europe, the Caribbean, throughout the United States and back home again. I was young enough to forget and now am so grateful to have those photos. Unfortunately in 1992 Hurricane Andrew hit and all their equipment was lost. I was 12 and was mixed with emotions that needed to be expressed, so I picked my rectangular turquoise camera, that I swear came free in a cereal box, and documented the destruction of the hurricane. It wasn't until my high-school graduation that I got my first "real" camera as a gift from my parents. I immediately began to snap away and capture the last moments of my senior year in high school. I was on a roll until one night after a wedding someone stole the camera from my car. I was heart broken and began a path that lead me to receive a degree in Family and Child Sciences. I worked in the field for about 5 years but noticed I was getting farther and farther away from what I really loved.

No Address Photo Shoot 2009 from Liz Lauren on Vimeo.





