I’m a photographer.
Just a few years ago I could not write that statement. Not that I wasn’t a photographer, just that I didn’t believe in myself enough to say that.
For the next few weeks, along with some blogging friends, I am making a review of just why I keep taking photos. Today I begin by telling you where I am with this hobby now in my life and what it means to me.
I want to catch the light
no matter if it’s on someone’s face,
or on a flower,
or in the shade of a tree, or…
shining through a piece of fruit on my windowsill.
And I do this because of the
I have made with other photographers.
Together we have been to some interesting places and shared
not only the experience of taking photos, but the conversations and good times.
(I miss you photo buddies!)
I also do this because I want to record and share the beauty that I see.
Sometimes we forget that.
On many occasions photography has been a spiritual experience for me.
When I am there, in the moment, looking carefully through the lens,
changing the angle, resetting the exposure, I become so absorbed
in the process that I loose all sense of time.
When I’m really doing this right, or maybe just because I’m lucky, I am there when certain expressions come so quickly, and, well, I just click at the right time.
How else can you see that there are two boys the image below?
How else can I convey to you just how much a 4 year old boy loves his dog?
In the photo below you can see it in his eyes.
Catching the light.
Connecting and making friendships.
Capturing beauty and finding meaning.
Getting into the flow of creating art.
Witnessing sacred moments on the faces of others.
Yes, all of this is why I keep on taking photos.
I originally wrote about this same topic in July 2011.