I wanted to start off my first blog post with a paragraph I wrote 6 years ago.
"Was it the intricate parts that worked almost harmoniously together packed into this small black machine ? or the freedom to use my imagination to create a photograph ? I believe it was a Sunday in 2008 when my father and I started playing around with his canon Slr. I remember it quite clearly; taking photos of a Hershey's Kiss reflection on a mirror (exciting). My dad taught me the basics of image capture (the key elements) and from there I began experimenting with light on my own. Without him I would not be sitting here writing my own paragraph on how I started out in photography. So, for that I cannot thank him enough. I can't explain why I have a passion for photography, but I can show you in my images."
I can confirm that since then my photography has improved. Along with my grammar skills.
I was on to something. I know that for sure, because sitting here right now I feel the same way. This is what I was meant to do. It's hard to grasp why I fell in love with photography, but I think it may have had something to do with the photographs of my childhood. I am so blessed that my parents took so many photographs. Memories that have since faded are brought back to life from a small 4x6 print tucked away in my parents basement.
Moments like these to be specific.
Old photographs bring tastes, textures, smells, and sights back to life. I am amazed that I can still remember the smell of spaghetti and meat sauce my Mother used to cook the first night of every camping trip, and the sound of my Father chopping firewood, and the texture of the seat cushions inside the tent trailer. It is truly incredible what a single photograph can do. How I can relive those moments by looking at a piece of paper covered in ink. It is important to take photographs.
This is why I love photography.
Thank you for making it through my first blog post!
Please check back every week as I give you a sneak peak into my life as a photographer!