I take a lot of pictures.
My days in front of a camera were numbered. Now I carry it with me, an iPhone at the very least, and record all that inspires me, excites me, makes me want to remember. Photos are my emotional geo-locator. I can see where I've been - where I'm going - who you are - who I am. It's an extension of my eyes.
My friend Susan always said I was blind as a bat.
There were few cameras around when I was growing up. Or rather, not much film. My camera collection is large. The first Polaroid land camera... several SLR film and digital cameras... a 1938 Leica... a bunch of brownie cameras pre-1964... various Holgas and instant cameras from the 70s... my trusty Nikons D90 and D7000... a pinhole camera which my friend John gave me for my birthday in the mid 2000s. They attach themselves to me like lint. I let them.
I used to drive my husband crazy until he picked up a camera to carry the torch. We sometimes plan trips just to see things we want to remember. Too many to post. I'm a terra-byte abuser.
I have a lot of friends from over the years. I barely see them these days. Might be time to start shooting portraits.
[Not a portrait. But it's Stephen King's house in Maine. Maybe a portrait...]
No comments:
Post a Comment