Photography and why i love taking photos.

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Photography and why i love taking photos.

Edited to note: {I have just come across this in my files, and don’t know if i have ever posted it}… I think i might try and work out a way to include this into my One little Word and Project life Albums.

I am all about capturing memories BIG or small. Taking delight in the little things around me, and the big occasions that are etched in the subconscious that come back to me from time to time and bring a smile. The simple smile of a child at play to the wedding of a loved one surrounded by all who mean something to me, they all bring with it some kind of memory.

Then there is the everyday stuff, you know the food on the table, the pretty pastel of flowers in little glasses that adorn the table, the candle flickering in the slight breeze. The soft sand glistening against the emerald color water of the ocean.

I spend a lot of time taking photos of shapes of clouds and the moon in all of its fullness. The 50 shades of grey that the little bumps and bruises and craters create.

Christmas is a special time to capture that magic that we are surrounded by. The twinkling lights on the tree, the glitter on the baubles that make light shadows on the wall behind it. Little crystals that shimmer when the lights hit them.

All around us are potential photo opportunities. Travel whether it be close to home or to far away lands. The sights and scenes of history that becomes but a flicker of a memory until you look at the photos again and it takes you back to that time.

I spend a majority of my days either taking photos, sorting them, or thinking about them in some way. Be it researching a new camera, or for many years creating scrapbooking albums to preserve memories for my daughter. I have sat for many many hours scanning the memories of my Grandparents, my parents, my husbands family many who i have never met but feel like in some way i have gotten to know because of the faces in the photos. I can put a face to the name when jack is recalling his memories of his family.

I have filled a large wooden box full of those old happy snaps, negatives slides and hand written notes of days gone by. Photos are my life in a way. It makes me feel closer to those no longer with us, it helps to recall and remember the good times and bad.

Over the years many a camera has sat in these hands of mine, Film, polaroid, digital, Point & shoot, DSLR. All have captured something that triggers something for me.

For me personally it has been when my husband Jack and I eloped, oh how i wish in ways we could travel back in time and have a professional photographer there to capture what a dear friend caught. I have one photo of that day, its sits by our bed, reminds me of who we where and how far we have come.

The birth of our daughter, so small and delicate, i a first (and only) time mother never wanting to hold a new baby after holding my young nephew when he was in hospital (later passing away).

The homes from ground up to shinny and new appliances and gadgets that have made the everyday stuff a little easier.

Walking behind my husband and daughter, me snapping away, he so tall and confident and her holding his hand and over the years seeing her grow into an almost teenager.

I delight in all of it. I recall snippets from those times often. Play it over in my head like a movie and smile and reflect with a smile all because i held a camera in my hands. Adventures to far off lands, or closer to home. The shadows in the sand, water lapping at my toes. The whole taking the moment in, and finding the joy in the Journey. My Journey…