Taken with my brand new Canon Rebel xtiA few weeks ago I unearthed a family treasure in my closet. My grandfather's camera. It had been packed away shrouded in sadness. He has been gone for almost six years. Before he got sick he promised that one day he would teach me to use the mysterious 35 mm film SLR camera. (This was before digital took over the world.) Life being as it so often is, he never did teach me how to use that camera.
As I began going through the lenses and supplies in the bag, I found some unused film. I instantly put it into the camera and snapped away until the roll was used up. As I began wielding the camera at everything familiar it was as if I became possessed. I now had another appendage, another hand or eye. I couldn't believe the feeling, it was as if I had always been meant to do this.
My grandfather and I are so much alike. We like to know everything about the subject that we are fixated on. Something takes over and we become obsessed. It could be making snowcones, but by golly we will learn the nuances of making a snowcone. And if you have a snowcone from us, you'll feel your life has been changed and you can never go back. It's just the method of how we approach things.
I am so happy to have such an affinity for a craft that he obviously found enthralling. It gives me just one more connection with him. I was innocently trolling Google last October when I stumbled across some blogs by a community of women on the opposite coast and I was hooked. I couldn't wait to have my own blog and to do everything that they did, and to have friendships like the had. A whole new world opened to me. One blog stood out to me. I instantly felt a connection with the author through her deep lyrical posts and through her stunning photography. It was after taking all of this in that I knew that I had to capture the beauty that I see in the world. I have always known that I see things others don't and am sad for them. Life is beautiful in all of its messiness and pain.
We can be and are more beautiful after life patina's us a bit; after then new is rubbed off. Then you can see our layers.
As I began going through the lenses and supplies in the bag, I found some unused film. I instantly put it into the camera and snapped away until the roll was used up. As I began wielding the camera at everything familiar it was as if I became possessed. I now had another appendage, another hand or eye. I couldn't believe the feeling, it was as if I had always been meant to do this.
My grandfather and I are so much alike. We like to know everything about the subject that we are fixated on. Something takes over and we become obsessed. It could be making snowcones, but by golly we will learn the nuances of making a snowcone. And if you have a snowcone from us, you'll feel your life has been changed and you can never go back. It's just the method of how we approach things.
I am so happy to have such an affinity for a craft that he obviously found enthralling. It gives me just one more connection with him. I was innocently trolling Google last October when I stumbled across some blogs by a community of women on the opposite coast and I was hooked. I couldn't wait to have my own blog and to do everything that they did, and to have friendships like the had. A whole new world opened to me. One blog stood out to me. I instantly felt a connection with the author through her deep lyrical posts and through her stunning photography. It was after taking all of this in that I knew that I had to capture the beauty that I see in the world. I have always known that I see things others don't and am sad for them. Life is beautiful in all of its messiness and pain.
We can be and are more beautiful after life patina's us a bit; after then new is rubbed off. Then you can see our layers.
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