How I Became A Photographer - William Maderas

I drove under a rainbow.

I remember thinking to myself that I didn't know quite what I believe in one way or another, but this was probably a once in a lifetime event.

At about that time the colors of the rainbow started reflecting off the windshield and windows of my car. Now the rainbow was inside the car with me.

I reached out and put my hand into it. My hand turned colors.

One of the most intense hail and lightening storms I had ever been in raged around me.

This had never happened to me before and it likely wasn't going to ever happen again.

The realization that there was likely some unique meanining tied to this unique experience geled in my thoughts, then faded into an intense mentally placid sense of the now.

The rainbow was behind me now.

I sensed that something else was behind me... my whole lifetime. My whole life was suddenly 'just the past', nothing more.

I felt somehow that I was entering something brand new. Internally I was silent. My whole existence was a new one.

The world around me seemed like something new and unexplored. No thinking about it... just take it all in.

From somewhere in my inner silence my own voice said to me, "You're going to become a professional photographer." Where on earth did that come from? I don't know. I'll never know. And it doesn't matter.

Thoughts faded again to the 'nowness' of the storm around me.

Over the course of the next several months there was just this resolute acceptance of a new 'fate'.

I bought a professional level camera and lenses. I bought a Macbook pro and software. I threw myself into taking pictures, studying tutorials, studying other photographers... I started taking spontaneous road trips.

I love being in the outdoors and being involved in adventure sports. It's how I live. It's how the people I like live.

There is some philosophy that those of us who live this way all share... but it's a philosophy that clings to no definition. It's more like a state of being.

I hope you enjoy my work, because I sure like doing the work.


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