So, I was going through some old folders on my computer and found these old scans from my second semester at school. I think I remember putting these on Facebook more than a year ago, but I wanted to put them here because I have been thinking a lot about my journey and how I got here.
Lately people have been asking me how I got into photography. And to tell you the truth, I really don't know. I can't really think of a definitive moment where I said, "I'm in love with this, I want to do this for a living." I do remember however a day a long time ago when my dad sat me down and tried to teach me the basics of photography. He explained the purpose of an f/stop and shutter speed and film speed. I wish I could say I was instantly enthralled. But in reality, my dad started talking numbers, and I immediately shut down. ha ha. However, I was still curious about his camera. He showed me how to load the film and despite the light meter being broken, I went out and took a roll of film using the good old sunny sixteen rule. The result was the shot on the right of my brother. I think getting that roll back and seeing the color and the depth of field that that camera gave me, as well as the fact that only a few of them turned out very well, gave me the challenge to do better. To keep shooting until I could nail every single exposure and make things that were interesting to look at. So after a couple years of just being a normal snap happy teen, I went to college and began taking art classes.
I can't really begin to describe the impact that this school has had on my life. I have learned so much about myself, about the world, my faith, and about other people. Looking back on this blog, I can see the changes and developments I have made in my craft week by week. So, I guess, this my interest in this medium and my affinity for what it can do, has been a slow progression. There are so many factors and variables that change and mold a person day by day that it's hard sometimes to pin point how they got to where they are today. I'm just glad that I am where I am and I am grateful for the people that have helped me, and encouraged me to become the best person I can be.
So here are some early pictures taken with that same OM1 of my dad's that have been making me a little nostalgic this weekend.