Zam Freeman

Photography was my older sister’s thing. I saw her when she was getting fanatic over cameras and lenses. Whenever she spoke, it was like a whole different language.

So, it was funny that my first job ended up with me being a photographer.

The only time I picked up a camera professionally was for my film class at my previous college. It was a RED camera. Quite heavy.

But I was on my gap semester and I wanted money.

Out of all the job applications I submitted over that two-month period, I got one interview. It was all I needed.

Photography and film can’t be that different, I thought. Plus, I’m sure the cameras I was going to be using would be a lot smaller. So, that must mean they’ll be easier.

That was wrong.

Photography is its own unique field. Though it does share some similarities with film, it pretty much starts and ends with using lights and cameras.

All of a sudden, I was in a new world. But once I got past the learning curve, I loved it.

When I had to quit because I was going back to school, I was pretty sad. Not just because I left my $15 an hour job behind but because I wouldn’t be able to do photography anymore. But why did that have to stop? It didn’t.

As soon as the semester started, I bought my first professional camera.