A good snapshot keeps a moment from running away.
This post inspired by two challenges this week…
Lens-Artists Challenge #115: Inspiration
We look forward to seeing your thoughts and images on what inspires YOU.
V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #113: How It All Started
…think back to those moments that changed your life. No need to use the prompt; just demonstrate how “it” started.
I was only 10 years old when I got my first camera. And fell in love with photography. I don’t remember the circumstances of who gave me the camera or why. I just thought it was cool (or as we used to say back then…”Keen!”…”Sharp!”) and I’ve never been without one since.
My first attempts at photography – with a Kodak Brownie camera and black & white film – manifested as square blurry images of trees, lean-tos, and other 10 year olds at Girl Scout camp. Hard to believe that a week of rustic living became a defining moment in my life as a photographer, but I guess it did. This despite my most vivid memory being the latrines (just plywood for seats, people – I mean seriously?) and how I dreaded making the trip to That Building (no pictures, sorry).
It was also where I discovered (after the film was developed) that when I held the camera on the lean-to railing the blurring disappeared…
Over time, I slowly improved at steadying the camera and moved on to capturing my younger siblings when they least expected it. As the years went by I became the family photo historian by default. Even more so when I advanced to color film! Very exciting.
My friends knew I would always show up with a camera as the unofficial keeper of the memories. Even at a young age I became acutely aware of how quickly life – and people – could change. It became very important – for me at least – to preserve what I could. I do remember feeling all of that. Which kind of astounds me now.
Oh…and it was fun.
I was 14 ½ when my 4th and youngest sibling was born and he became a willing subject for photography practice. Never mind that he was exceedingly cute and followed me around constantly. I was “in charge” of him most of the time so taking pictures was easy.
The photographs I took at college and summer jobs are best left off the internet, but they are definitely treasured keepsakes.
I graduated to a Canon SLR camera shortly after I got married and burst onto the taking-pictures-of-my-children-at-every-milestone-possible scene. They were my inspiration for decades and have appeared in many blog posts, so I will restrain myself from adding them in here. Same goes for my grandson, who is now 4 and very comfortable getting his picture taken as a child of the smartphone generation.
However, now (accompanied by a Canon DSLR camera) I am also inspired by the ordinary…what’s outside my window…down the path into the woods…winding around that chain link fence. The mesmerizing waves at the beach. I am constantly looking up and down and to the side…not in as much of a hurry as I used to be.
The best photo moment – for me – still springs from the unexpected…no matter what (or who) the subject happens to be.
Last week I was able to return – after several months of Covid restrictions – to walk along the water’s edge at Hampton Beach. The tourist season is over. Crowds are gone. The parking rules have been relaxed. I couldn’t resist the trip on such a beautiful…sunny…blue sky windy day. Even with a mask on, it was worth it.
As I made my way across the sand to walk back along the street, I spotted something bright in the sky.
Off came the lens cover.
It wasn’t the surf or the rocks or what usually fascinates me about the beach.
I had to get a closer shot.
I set the camera on what I call Grandson Mode or Freezing the Action Mode.
And I was off…
And…by the way…it is still fun.