Memories are Made Of This
Since I can remember I've loved taking photos, and no, not just of myself. The term selfie wasn't a thing, and vanity had yet to find me. I attribute it to growing up in front of the lens, so to speak. My dad loved filming everything, and I do mean EVERYTHING of us as kids. From playing in the living room, to us goofing off outside, my dad was there with a movie camera in hand. He'd give the quintessential fatherly direction of your name followed by "say hi!" or "wave!". Half of us didn't mind it (my older brother and I) while the other half tried to forget it was there. Took look back at the reels of film (OMG I just aged myself) is to watch highlights of your life, the ones picked by your dad because, for one reason or another, he didn't want to forget it. This makes them special to watch, and the picture can't be replaced by only the story.
That's why I love photography. Memories can be powerful but a photograph picks up where words fail. I'm fresh in this hobby, it's been barely a year since I seriously pursued it. It's a new game now, no more last click of a disposable, Polaroid shake, or the winding of film. All of which I kind of miss. Sure they may still be around, but only for the millennial who thinks Kodak is a type of bear. It was a little daunting shifting the button from "Program" to "Manual". I feel I'm riding the tricycle of photography, not yet confident enough to ride fearlessly without assistance. However, it's also part of its appeal. I'm constantly learning new facets of it, which keeps me yearning for more. Unsurprisingly my dad matches my enthusiasm, and shows it by buying me cameras he finds at estate sales. I now have two Canon 35mm cameras, and one Nikon added to my arsenal. Thanks, pops!
My future with this may not be clear, but I don't take photos for Instragram likes, given mostly by friends and family, or for any other reason than my passion for it. It's for myself, each photo a page in a novel comprising my life. Well, let's not be dramatic, but you get my point. I do want to hone my craft, and let it take me on unforeseen adventures. All the rest will fall into frame...I mean place.