No one in my immediate family was really into photography. Of course photos were taken - we have albums and albums of zoo trips, Christmas dinners, pets and car shows - but I never remember it being a BIG thing.
I’m trying to remember what pulled me into it, and when, but I can’t seem to think of a time. It just sort of happened. When I was younger I took disposable cameras with me on trips, and when I was older I used my iPhone to document the adventures of my group of friends. I guess it just snowballed from there.
I got my Nikon D5000 when I was 16. I loved it. I took it everywhere, taking photos of family members, friends, animals, whatever. That lasted about a year. I just wasn’t happy with how my photos were turning out. They were junk. Of course, I had no idea HOW to use a camera. Aperture, ISO, light balance, shutter speed? What are those? I had no idea. But I wasn’t happy.
So I quit.
Just shoved my camera in my room and forgot about it. I didn’t even think about it until nearly three years later when I was taking Art and Design Foundations and was forced to pick it up for a photography class. In that class, I realized that I could MAKE the photos. I could be control of the camera, instead of it controlling me. I had never experienced that before. I slowly began to fall in love once more.
I’m now in my second year of Loyalist Photojournalism. I’ve ventured into several genres of photography, from news and documentary work to commercial and fashion photography to nature photography to abstract. I love telling stories. I love being confident with a camera in my hands. I love making photographs. I love capturing moments in nature, of people, of special events and daily life.
Right now I’m working on letting my style show through my work and (as always) nailing the technical aspects of photography. I still have a long way to go - and there are many days where I feel lost - but I’m getting there.
Slowly but surely.