“Imagine a dark space where no one knows you exist, where you can’t share what you love with others and where no one cares what you have to offer; a space that sucks your energy dry and pulls your daily routine through a shithole on repeat mode. This was my life.

 

To quote myself from Facebook memories in 2010, “I feel like I’m waiting for my life to get started.”

 

I was living a daily routine, but I wasn’t in love with my life. I had no passion for what I was doing. From waiting tables to standing behind a bank counter as a teller, I started to live a life from a template created through society’s eyes. I quit college after getting married and started a 9 to 5 job. I was a statistic. 

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That was it. 
That was me. 
Meet Brandon Burton.

 

At this exact moment I was a bank teller. I felt like I was offering the world two things: a vessel to discuss the weather and the bearer of bad news when I couldn’t cash someone’s check. I knew I wanted my name to mean something more. I wanted my name to have meaning.
 

As most do, I felt a pull. A pull of energy to something bigger; something that would change me; something that would define who I was. I knew it was out there. Each day would pass, and on my way to work I would feel it; I would hear it. This voice in my head that was telling me, “Open your eyes and stop contemplating your happiness.”.

 

I wasn't sure what it was, but I kept getting pulled to photography. I can’t really explain it.
I knew I wanted to be a photographer one day. I knew I wanted to own MY own business.
But me?
But how?
But I’m broke.

At this moment, I knew the seed of owning my own business was planted solely by hope and faith; that one day I would become a professional photographer; that one day I would explore the industry and become someone I was proud to be; someone that runs an empire with employees and hundreds of sessions, making thousands of dollars, making a difference, living my dream. 

 

“Hi, I’d like to cash this check.”. 
Instantly, reality sets in. 
I am no one. I am nothing. 
How could I become a photographer? I don’t even own a “fancy” camera.

 

A decade later I’m revealing the secrets, failures and struggles of building, what some might call, a “photography empire” from the ground up. From wanting all the business in the world to firing clients and saying no to a $4,000 gig, I’m here to reveal one thing:
The Truth Behind The Lens.”
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