I have always loved photos from day one. But I repeat… I loved PHOTOS! I loved the memories and scrapbooking in high school and the laughter each piece of film brought. I had this ghetto fabulous digital camera in high school that I was straight attached to. When I look at it now, I just chuckle but reminisce how near and dear it was to my heart.
Photos did not transform into photography until I started traveling over seas (first being London). Campturing the architecture and culture was a must have when I got back to the states and wanted to share every moment of every day with those that we back at the homeland. It wasn’t until then that angles and emotion actually meant something. I don’t even know that I realized that I actually liked photography for photography until leaving to head over seas again to the Dominican Repulic and a college friend said, “I can’t wait for you to come back so I can see your photos. I love your photos! They make me feel like I was there with you.” As I sat on the airplane for 10+ hours after that, I contemplated her statement and realized that I did not just love photos, but I loved photography and there was an astronomical difference between the two. I loved the angles, the specifically laid out frames, the emotion, the color, the contrasts, the stories that were all enclosed in a single photo.
All of my memories from London and the Dominican Republic were captured in a simple point and shoot camera and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
It wasn’t until I traveled to Italy that I actually had a “real” camera to use. But still, at that time period, I just had a nice camera and auto mode was my best friend 🙂 Either way, travel photography is where my love began and it has continued to flourish ever since.
Photos make my heart full of warm fuzzies and it all started with a little comment and a little camera. Who would have ever thought it would turn into this.
Until next time…