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Wynter Benedict... Who am I? Well, my husband always called me a wild woman, and at that time, I agreed. Since he has passed, this wild woman has been somewhat tamed, but not completely. I have my photos.
My Story
My story began as a stinking only child, too tall, too rebellious, too lonely, and too much of an introvert in our boisterous world. My salvation in life was cats, dogs, photography, and the written word. That has not changed throughout my entire life. It’s all about the arts. Forget the math, history, and the sciences. It’s bookstores and galleries, films, music and photography. My initial love for the camera began with my Father. He loved photography and brought families into our living room, staging and posing people incessantly until he quietly clicked away. That was Phase One. Phase Two was standing in a hot, makeshift darkroom with pans filled with chemicals as he developed his film. We hung them up to dry and came out of the hot closet for air. Voilà, I was hooked.