BHC
Loc: Strawberry Valley, JF, USA
craig.j.tucker wrote:
A Sad and Disgusting Photography Story
I am 65-years-old. I bought my first camera at age 60.
I have lived on five Continents.
No photos.
I have lived in Valdez, Alaska and the great Alaska Penninsula where the great bears roam.
No Photos
I walked all the way from Barranquilla, Colombia to Peru throught the Andes Mountains.
No Photos
I guarded Rudolf Hess at Berlin’s Spandau Prison.
I adopted an orphaned kangaroo and we rode around in my jeep drinking XXXX beer.
I was a bodyguard in Rio de Janeiro.
I went AWOL and rode an elephant taxi into the Golden Triangle opium people.
And I lived in a tiny fishing village in the Philippines with the most toothy beautiful children
No Photos – No Photos – No Photos
And this makes me sick with myself.
A Sad and Disgusting Photography Story br br br ... (
show quote)
I'm sorry you have such negative feelings about yourself. All I can offer in consolation is that you seem to have some powerful memories that you can call upon without the benefit of photos. I was a sloppy drunk when my children were young; I have neither photos nor memories. I envy you!
Sounds like we both could do some serious commiserating from a bar stool
Why no camera? There is small film and digal cameras one could carry. Send film or chip to someone to hold on of them until you get back.
craig.j.tucker wrote:
A Sad and Disgusting Photography Story
I am 65-years-old. I bought my first camera at age 60.
I have lived on five Continents.
No photos.
I have lived in Valdez, Alaska and the great Alaska Penninsula where the great bears roam.
No Photos
I walked all the way from Barranquilla, Colombia to Peru throught the Andes Mountains.
No Photos
I guarded Rudolf Hess at Berlin’s Spandau Prison.
I adopted an orphaned kangaroo and we rode around in my jeep drinking XXXX beer.
I was a bodyguard in Rio de Janeiro.
I went AWOL and rode an elephant taxi into the Golden Triangle opium people.
And I lived in a tiny fishing village in the Philippines with the most toothy beautiful children
No Photos – No Photos – No Photos
And this makes me sick with myself.
A Sad and Disgusting Photography Story br br br ... (
show quote)
Don't beat yourself up over it.
Photos don't make the man...., living does.
Until about 200 years ago, NOBODY on this planet had any photographs!!!
And somehow they managed! LoL
SS
Although not young, 65 is not old. Start not and recapture as many as you can. Grab a kangaroo and go for it.
craig.j.tucker wrote:
A Sad and Disgusting Photography Story
I am 65-years-old. I bought my first camera at age 60.
I have lived on five Continents.
No photos.
I have lived in Valdez, Alaska and the great Alaska Penninsula where the great bears roam.
No Photos
I walked all the way from Barranquilla, Colombia to Peru throught the Andes Mountains.
No Photos
I guarded Rudolf Hess at Berlin’s Spandau Prison.
I adopted an orphaned kangaroo and we rode around in my jeep drinking XXXX beer.
I was a bodyguard in Rio de Janeiro.
I went AWOL and rode an elephant taxi into the Golden Triangle opium people.
And I lived in a tiny fishing village in the Philippines with the most toothy beautiful children
No Photos – No Photos – No Photos
And this makes me sick with myself.
A Sad and Disgusting Photography Story br br br ... (
show quote)
You can spend your time looking at old photos and reminiscing, or you can go out on more adventures.
Even as a photographer, I am so busy out taking photos, I don't have time to look back at the old ones.
Life is too short to waste time with memories.
SandyR
Loc: Brookings, OR / Sedona, AZ
Cherish the images you have in your MIND. SEEING things is more important than CAPTURING them, although I surely understand your angst.
Sandy
Please don't feel too badly about it. As someone else pointed out, you still remember your experiences.
I used to get in trouble for taking photographs everywhere and anywhere. I loved it. Then, two years ago, we were flooded out of our house, losing almost everything, including photographs (and negatives) of me in the Soviet Union. In every country in western and central europe. With my dead wife, and current "significant other".
The only photographs that I own are my driving license and passports; all others were lost. From what I have read about history (which is a lot), I frankly feel lucky to have survived this far myself. The photographs aren't lost; they are in my head. And from now on, they will be on backup hard drives.
Have one of those kangaroo beers!
Scott A Wimmer
Baton Rouge, LA
Toment wrote:
At least you can remember!
Yes! And by the time his memory is shot, photos wouldn't do any good, anyway.
alawry
Loc: Timaru New Zealand
Greetings. A lot of great replies and understanding, most of which I agree with. I went for a period at the end of my film days, Every 10 bucks spent on film was 10 bucks away from a digital camera. I probably missed a lot a photos over a 20 year span my camera only came out when there was a motor cycle about. To be fair that was pretty often. These days I often miss a photo because I'd rather pay attention to the person I'm with than abandon her while I hike up the beach/hill/street for a better angle. Don't beat yourself up you can only take one fork in the road of life. I'm 63.
What about the images you can make from now on!
sb
Loc: Florida's East Coast
But so many people these days look at the world through a viewfinder and never really "see" the people and places they are physically in. So you've "been there" - so what? To participate in something - fishing, farming, cooking, protest - is to have the opportunity for something special. That is why so many of us loved Anthony Bourdain's show - he really made us feel a part of the culture just for watching - like we were participating.
I would rather sit and have a beer and hear your stories than to have you just pull out a photo album without those stories!
What a shame...would have loved to see them.
If you want to reply, then
register here. Registration is free and your account is created instantly, so you can post right away.