Cindy Christante

Im addicted. I’ll admit it! There, I’ve said it.

I’m addicted to my camera as well, more like the results from my camera.

I can’t wait to see the images I’ve taken. Did I catch that laugh, that twitching nose, the fleeting glimpse of future in his eyes.

Better still, is sharing the moment I see you fall in love with your images, and getting to help plan how you can enjoy them forever in your home.

That’s my personal mantra, I guess creating photographs for people to fall in love with. Portraits of their kids, their mom, their love affair with the lives they share.

I embrace change. Easy as that sounds, I find the older I get the more creatively inspired I must become to remain flexible with the challenges life spins around me.

At 8 it was the telephone. We had a party line and our small town operator knew everything about everybody. Along came the rotary dial single-line phone; I embraced the change. My girlfriend & I called the hardware store & ask for striped paint, Kramer’s Grocery for sky hooks; no telltale operator to listen in!

At 12, the Honda 50 was invented. Heralding the invention, I sold my horse for one. Restricted to our ranch & cattle trails, I was the modern day Annie Oakley of my own backyard.

In college, while studying photography at the University of Oregon, I welcomed the cultural revolution of the 60′s. But while peace, love & brotherhood reigned outside, I found myself in dark labs, watching with delight my images appear in sloshing trays of fixer.

And after 40 years of life with a camera dangling around my neck, canisters of film rattling round my refrigerator shelves, along comes the digital revolution. Wrapping my mind around the joys of a digital camera was thrilling; Becoming best friends with my computer – a bigger challenge perhaps than raising 3 children!

But today, I rub my hands together in anticipation and click open a folder containing raw files of my most recent session….. electrical charges of excitement titter in my mind as I wait impatiently to see the images I’ve just taken.

Time, change & the future slip away  but my personal mantra remains the same, despite the latest invention.

Have I again created images my clients will fall in love with?

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Maari Christante

I ride. I jump. I play. I pray. I shoot. I smile. I sway. And I go and go.