One of the first things I get asked when meeting a new client is, “have you always been a photographer?”
My instinct is to say no, I have not. But, the more I thought about it…and started thinking back a bit, I kinda have. Professionally? no, not in the least. But, I have always found myself behind the camera. But it wasn’t until I got my hands on a “semi-decent” not just a point and click camera that I started to dig a little deeper into the art of photography.
When I was younger, it was the age of the disposable. And I went through ALOT. I used to ride my bike down to the local CVS with packs of film and disposables and spend most of my pay check on getting them developed. In high school, I took 4 years of photography, both film and digital. It was my first introduction to a dark room, to developing my own film, to creating my own projects, to working my hands in those dark black bags where you had to feed the film through the reel blindly…THAT WAS HARD!! We took yearly trips to harpers ferry to change up our subject matter, this…was always…the greatest day…in history. A full day out of classes where my entire day was focused on taking pictures? sign me up. My senior year, I had my first introduction to photoshop, the ghetto, school version. It was awesome. My parents still have a number of my early day photo projects strung around their house, they just recently dug up one I had done of a gradient of my old dog Dillon. Looking back on it, I know why I got a B+, my blacks were not very profound
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In college, I went through dozens…DOZENS of new cameras because I took a camera with me so many places…and I always inevitably dropped it, broke it, destroyed it, and ruined it, sorry mom and dad
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When my dad would take me to maryland games, I would CLIMB onTOP of his big red van, sit there, and snap pictures for hours on end. Mostly of people, trees, and the marching band. I’m sure these are all awful in quality and dimension, but I count this as a stepping stone for me growing into my love of the art of capturing life.
The amount of photos I have of my childhood pets growing up…is wrong…just wrong. Did I really need to snap 100 pictures of my dog sleeping..in the same position…for hours? Apparently, I thought I did.
But, this doesn’t really answer the question of if I have ALWAYS been a photographer. This leaves too many years unanswered. I do remember getting one of those fisher price cameras as a tot, but the first camera I really remember ever having was a long, skinny, pink camera with a long rectangular flash that you put in and took out. As soon as I got this little bad boy…game on. I no longer felt the need to be IN pictures…my camera was too good for me to be IN them. I wanted to take them…because thats what my mom did…and I wanted to be just like her. Proof of this, lies below…you are welcome.
Take a look at a maybe 7 year old version of myself.
Look at that camera….qu-al-it-y.
I can’t say that yes, I have always been a photographer, but I have always loved it, was curious about it, tried it, dabbled in it, and felt more comfortable behind the camera than in front. And today? I’m having fun, and I’m sure a little part of each of those moments still lies in my photography today.