“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.”
― Kahlil Gibran
It’s a big week here at the old photo camp! I’m finally launching two projects that have been on deck for ages. The first will be a continuing series called Scars of Ours, where I take photos of scars, and record the stories of how they came into existence. Is this a wildly new concept? Nope. Does it have nearly endless possibilities? Probably. Is it a labor of love where I get to combine three of my favorite things: people, photographs, and stories? Absolutely.
Soon, I will have a separate blog specifically for this project. In the meantime, here is my first installment. It seems only right that my friend Amber starts this project off. Taking her headshots in 2005 was one of the very first official jobs I had as a photographer. Over the years, she has played nice with my camera many times. We like her. Also, she’s a cool, lovely person, and a great storyteller. Here, she recounts how she got some beautiful little markings. Thanks so much, Amber.