I’m fortunate that I have a pretty crisp memory.

I can even recall the moment, and image that inspired me to become a photographer.

Here it is:

I was 12 years old, standing in my friend’s house, observing this portrait of her brother.
 
I always felt called to be a mother, and had a strong impression I’d have a son. Call it a hunch.
 
I then realized I would need to learn how to capture my perfect baby boy someday, just like she did. 
 
Thank you so much, Cindy, for allowing me back into your home to photograph your son’s portrait. 
In 2015, I captured my baby boy on a film Canon camera, and processed it in the dark room of my art school.
 
It’s never too late.