Ever since I was a kid almost every time I looked to my mom she was taking a photo, the camera pointing at me or my brother capturing the moment in time. When we went to Pigeon Forge it was the worst, she would call our names and we'd give a big smile. I remember being a younger kid I hated this, but now as I'm older and I find myself wanting to take photos of the special moments I appreciate my mother more. I believe these experiences fueled my love for photography.