Wednesday, May 08, 2013

When you give a kid a camera


I got my first camera sometime around 2000 or 2001. It might have been for my birthday while we were living in London.  I was instantly obsessed with photography and can't even estimate how many rolls of film I went through.

I'm up at my mom's and was going through some things in my room (I call it my room but I never actually lived in this house) when I came across a drawer full of old pictures.  Most of them were just blurry snapshots from school or sleepovers with my friends.  I am the type of person who is easily lost in nostalgia, so it was nice to look through them.  I am also the type of person whose awkward phase lasted several years longer than is generally acceptable, so they were also somewhat cringe-inducing.

Anyway.

I found a few gems from some of my travels in Europe with the family.  I giggled at many of them - poorly composed, half of a stranger's body in the foreground, tops of buildings cut off, the usual mistakes people make.  Of course, I was 11 years old and didn't know what I was doing so I shouldn't be too hard on myself.  I also found a few kind of cool pictures.  I will call them happy accidents.


That is my mom sitting on the bench and my dad holding the sheep.

I've always felt more confident expressing my emotions through words.  I don't think that is any secret with people who know me best.  I'd rather think than talk, and I'd rather write than think or be alone with my thoughts.  I get out of bed a lot to quickly jot down lines that run through my head - to get them on paper before they float away.

I love photography because it's another way to feel connected to something without having to formulate a verbal emotion.  Sure, I'm taking pictures of buildings or flowers or inanimate objects that don't have any feelings to relate to, but it's still a type of expression and I find the process therapeutic.

I'm really glad I found these pictures.
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  1. That's some great shots! You had quite the eye at 10 :)

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  2. Aw, I'm glad you found these too! I think even when you're taking photos of something inanimate, without any feelings attached, you have the freedom to impart your OWN feelings onto the scene and express yourself that way, which you've done with these photos at the ripe old age of 11! Photography is a pretty amazing tool and, like you, it's the one I feel most comfortable using to express my voice.

    Great photos :)

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