Memories (Exposure)

I love shooting photographs. It could be genetic. My mom was the family photographer of our little brood. She seemed to get the camera out at the most inopportune times. As I got older I resented it more--having to stop and "pose" and hear her say "let me see your teeth" (what am I, a dog?) In most of the pics taken while I was an older teenager, I do in fact look like a dog baring it's teeth. Even so, I enjoyed photography enough that I took a class in high school--one of those senior year have-fun-while-you-bide-your-time getting into the mediocre university that wasn't your choice, but was the only place other than community college that would take you based on your "stellar" grades. At university I minored in Speech Communication and that happened to include learning video techniques--so I have a bit of formal training, but most of I what I've learned is from observing other's techniques and end results. Like lots of people, the digital camera "revolution" has stoked my interest in picture-taking to a level of unplanned intensity. Pairing the digital camera with the computer is a heady mix. After the initial investment in the camera, rechargeable batteries, and a memory card for the camera (to be used instead of film), photography becomes a virtually free endeavor. And it instantly gratifies as one can simply "plug it in" to the computer and download and see ones photographs. So. I find myself thinking of my mom and all the times she insisted on us posing for the camera and I realize now that I'm glad she did. All the memories preserved with chemicals and paper. And here I am snapping away, annoying my children, enjoying and sharing my passion. With any luck, someday someone will look at my work and have a memory evoked, feelings stirred.

Comments

[Cyn]

I will. Thank you, Dan. You are very encouraging ;).

[Dan]

Cyn - love the ongoing, self-inventing, experimental and cleverly lighted "manipulating series." Keep the photos coming.

Dan