I don't have a romantic history with photography.

I mean, Melvin Moten Jr.'s photographs got me started on...certain delectable paths and a foundation was laid
(although my work is not close to his, in any realm; subject or skill), but to be honest, I attempted photography because when I was 17, I heard there was an erotic art show at a gallery downtown, and I wanted in on it. So I thought, well, this photography bullshit looks easy. So I borrowed a camera and took some photos of two girls making out in underpants (and they were better than 90% of the similar on MM) and got the work in the show.

The thing that I didn't count on was having this inner Lady Automaton who seemed to wake up just for those few hours, telling me where to move the girls, how to talk to them, how to move my body to get the D80 to do what She wanted.

After I was done (after WE were done; it felt more like), I was just exhilarated, exhausted and I couldn't wait to get the photos in the frames and on the gallery wall. But when hanging, I looked at the prints that I was so in love with the previous night, I thought, "Man, if I could have just done this and this then they would have been better. I'm trying again."

So I did a few more shoots with better ideas when I could find a camera. And the same automation, exhilaration and glee occurred. And it never once felt like work.

A year later, I bought these plane tickets instead of paying rent (for Love's sake) and ended up getting my heart broken, and evicted.

The next month, living in my parents house, I had nothing to do with my salary check. So I looked on eBay and found an auction closing in 10 minutes for an EOS Canon Digital Rebel XT SLR camera with a bag and a stock lens (later I found a tube of melted lipstick in one of the side pockets) with less than 100 photos taken on it for $400.

Then something or another happened and I ended up here, 6 months later, with a photography company providing my main source of income.

Every day I get to make friends and beautiful images with them. And every day I am privileged enough to be able to learn more about this craft which seems to become more and more difficult the more I learn of it.

So, the next time you think that your detestable fetish for voyeurism won't get you anywhere...think of me!

Kacy Crider
ADAMEDIA PHOTO
316-312-3023