I’m a Canon girl, although the first photos I took were on an Olympus D-380 that my parents gave me for the holidays when I was twelve years old. My dad was a photographer, and when I was growing up he had a disposable camera in the glove compartment of his car at all times. We’d be driving down the street, and he’d pull over anytime he saw something he liked. He’d make me get out of the car and stand next to him as he told me how he was composing the shot, and why he was doing it one way or another. Despite that, my old Olympus sat on a shelf for two years, until I hit high school. I started taking photos of all of my new friends, documenting our daily lives, as a way to mask the fact that I felt totally awkward.
Editor's Note: This is a guest blog post from Nicole Fara Silver.