Remember, these are only suggestions based on my experience photographing seniors.  Ultimately they are your photos, and I want you to love them so the choice is yours! If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to reach out.  I will be happy to talk with you and help you decide what's best for you.

The first time I can remember being interested in photography, I was very young, probably around 8 or 9.  I vividly remember my parents' Kodak Instamatic camera and being fascinated by the flash cubes.  I wasn't allowed to play with it if there was film in it - film cost money and you couldn't waste a shot - but when it was empty I would walk around the house and take photos that never existed. It didn't matter though, there was just something about pressing that shutter.

Fast forward a lifetime or two: the kids grew up. I changed jobs a few times. And though I was grateful to have a job, I just could not imagine staying where I was for the next phase of my life. I wanted to find something I actually enjoyed doing, but what?  How could I possibly start something new at my age? I didn't want to trade one unfulfilling job for another, and I was too dependent on the extra income to just quit. Then a friend who'd gone through something similar convinced me to take a leap of faith, because ultimately being happy is far more important than having more material things in my life. I quit my job and tried going back to school, but my heart just wasn't in it.  I felt a bit lost.  My kids didn't need me as much anymore and now I had no job and no clue what to do with the rest of my life.

Then one day during a trip to my parents' cabin in the mountains, my sister suggested that I borrow her fancy new DSLR and go for a drive.  At first I was reluctant, I hadn't picked up a real camera in many years.  Cameras had gone digital and I had no clue how to use it. But I was bored and it was a beautiful morning, so I went on a drive, alone.  I saw some beautiful rock formations along the river just down the road, so I pulled over and took out my sister's camera.  I barely knew how to turn it on and I could only use Auto mode, and suddenly I felt like an 8 year old girl again. I didn't know what I was doing, but I was fascinated. There was just something about pressing that shutter. I started to look around for things to photograph, and I came across some tiny rock sculptures that someone had made and left behind for others to enjoy. One particular sculpture was in the shape of a rectangle with a hole in the middle, and another smaller sculpture was just behind it,  If I got down to ground level, I could make a picture of the smaller sculpture framed by the larger one.  I made that photo with purpose, just like I had a lifetime ago in Niagara Falls.  

I went home and ordered a DSLR the very next week. And the rest, as they say, is history.