Hello! My name is Heidi, and I am an amateur photographer from Pennsylvania.

When I was seven, I got a fisher-price viewfinder camera for Christmas along with a couple of rolls of film. It's blue and it has a red cord that you can sling around your neck, and it snaps somewhere in the back. I had wanted one with the passion of a first grader, and felt pure elation at the event of receiving it. I took pictures of everything.

I love the National Geographic, mostly for the pictures.

My older sister took darkroom photography in high school, and I bought one of her cameras when I went in to tenth grade and also took the class. I spent three years in the darkroom. I've been told that after I left, the program went completely digital and the red light was turned off for good, which makes me sad. I miss the quiet, creative peace of darkroom art, and I imagine scores of children following me through the halls of my Alma Mater, not knowing about the little closet that transforms paper into pictures, never finding the serenity I had discovered in the black bags and pungent smells behind two sets of doors.

I wrote a research paper on Henri Cartier-Bresson during high school, and my aesthetic paradigm was deeply affected by it. I was a purist, and I was in love with the decisive moment. I've backed away from the extremity of purity I first adhered to, but I still value purity. I also still value the decisive moment.

After graduating I became interested in macro photography. Call me weird, but bugs make great subjects. I love taking pictures of plants, also, and for the same reason: the translucent membranes play with light, making beauty.