EstherP wrote:
I grew up with photography - my Dad was a professional. The first camera I remember him using was a brown wooden box, and Dad hiding under a black cloth.
I was about 8 yrs old when I was allowed to borrow one of his cameras to take on a field trip with our class. Dad set the f/stop and exposure time before I left in the morning, and he had put a 12-exposure film in that camera. I still remember the wonder when he gave me the pictures a few days later: blurred, heads chopped off, underexposed in the shade, but they were pictures "I" had taken. Wish I still had them, no idea where they went. After that, Dad gradually made me understand why a different f/stop or exposure time, and after a few years I could change those myself, I managed to get sharp pictures, and the feeling of wonder remained.
Unfortunately, none of those pictures survived either. The earliest pictures I have, that I took, go back to when I was about 17 yrs old.
Even when I look at the photos I have taken in recent years, mostly of our grandchildren, the wonder is still there. I usually carry my E-5 with the two favourite lenses and the last year or so, a 1.4 teleconverter, and I always have a Panasonic Lumix P&S in my handbag - and always with the battery charged. Oh, I still manage to take blurred photos, or way under- or overexposed, but with all but three of the grandkids living far away (10 and 12 hour drives), my photos are my trip down memory lane.
And yes, I do also enjoy the photos of our holidays, the Crowsfoot glacier, that actually looks like a crow's foot, the Kodak moments photos from our train trip to Whistler, the black clouds in southern Alberta that shed rain not by drops but by the bucketful, I love to sit here and look at them again and again.
That's why I am a photographer.
EstherP
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Esther, thank you for letting us know a little about you, and thank you for being a here with us. Bless you.