My story begins with my father’s old Zenith camera, which has been standed at the top of the bookshelf. I have been poke it whem im alone at home. I remember him always with his camera. It is so sad that we left many of our photographs and camera like other stufs during the immigration from Bulgaria. But but that never stopped him. He continued to take photos until his last minute.
Looking from viewfinder bring me different worlds. I remember that I was fascinated when I held my first photographs.
With photography I have a secret window for my soul and a friend for my side. I met lots of people and traveled too much.
Photography has been in my life for a very long time. Two years ago I took a radical decision and started studying art of photography at the university with a husband, a child and a cat.
I believe that it’s never too late to make a difference, or start something new.