Why “That Girl with a Phone”? Well, if I’m honest, the name girl with a phone was already taken. Why would I want to promote my photography blog with a name that implies I’m using my phone? Because I used to output many family portraits with my Google Pixel (1, 2, 3) and a TON of editing.
(I’ve literally complained sometimes about showing up with a phone…leading to the phrase, “I’m just that girl with a phone.”This began as a hobby, and grew into something I never imagined- people asking me to take their family pictures in exchange for compensation. Do you know I actually turned down quite a bit from time to time, because I truly loved to just take pictures. But once I noticed how happy my friends/family/clients were when they received their edits, I became addicted to finding new ways to edit my phone pictures to make them look as professional as possible.
Why is taking the next step (investing in a camera, lighting, and lenses) so scary? For me, at least, I was terrified. It’s hard for me to imagine doing something I love as a hobby, and turning it into a business. I’ve worked as a bartender, teacher, and I worked in the corporate world (for too long). If photography was my outlet, what will my outlet be now? That’s the best part; I don’t need one. The process of scheduling, capturing special moments, and running back to the editing room (let’s be honest our spare bedroom) is one that I thoroughly enjoy from start to finish.
Join me on this journey in the comforts of your own home (or anywhere if you’re mobile). I don’t have a posting schedule yet, but I do know this blog is meant to be transparent. I’ll post updates, client experiences, disasters, mistakes, lessons learned, and most of all, I’ll post whatever it is you’d like to know about me, this new chapter in my life, and anything you’d like to know about getting started.
Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain from you, your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you, and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.Charles Bukowski