I hope you enjoy a glimpse into the world as I see it and live in it….Scroll through, view the most recent posts, Favorite Shots from 2009 has a wide range of images – you’ll find it in January 2010 post.
My path to photography started when I was sixteen. It was a quiet feeling, “I’m going to be a photographer.” Yet life is complex, the path had many turns. But the harder path is usually the right path. The future arrived and here I am doing what I always knew I would.
The first professional camera I ever owned was given to me by my dad. A Nikon F2a (film of course). I cut my photographic teeth on one of the finest 35mm cameras ever made, and it still takes gorgeous pictures. I’ve dragged that rig all over the world, to college (a world of it’s own) yet I think the most memorable trip I ever took with it was when I went to Israel and Egypt about 20 years ago. That camera is part of the landscape of who I am.
My love for photography grew out of my love for the past, my own memories are preserved by the photographs I possess. The feelings evoked from just one image can be very powerful. I think that’s why we all love looking at them. They take us back and grant us time to feel that moment again. I deal with things that are gone in a heartbeat, but photography allows me to speak in a language that is evergreen. Babies grow, the wedding day comes to a close, the photos last forever.
Ansel Adams said: “We don’t make a photograph just with a camera; we bring to the act of photography all the books we have read, the movies we have seen, the music we have heard, the people we have loved.” To that I will add, and the depths to which I feel joy, sorrow, peace, loss, and love. The longer I live and see the world in all its tainted glory, the more I love life, the raggedness of it, the rough edges. They give texture to my hopes and longings.
Remember that someday, 100 years from now someone in your family will have your photographs. They’ll turn them over in their hands, understanding as I do, that they’re holding priceless pieces of paper with the faces of their loved ones caught within the corners.
It’s time to tell your story…
Tammy
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