My parents gave me my first camera at age two—a simple disposable one from Walgreens. I lined up my stuffed animals and posed them for the shoot. When the photos came back from being developed, there were a few weird angles and cut off heads, but for the most part, I had actually managed to take decent pictures—decent for a two-year-old anyway.
Since then, photography has been a big part of my life, and I’ve always had a camera in hand. I took classes all throughout high school, and I’ve had my work in a couple of shows. However, I don’t just use photography for formal shoots and planned projects. Taking photos has many purposes in my life besides creating art, and most photos I take are just quick snapshots on my phone.
I also don’t have the best memory, so photos help me look back on what I’ve done, where I’ve been, and sometimes, how I was feeling at the time. A picture of a flower growing through the sidewalk reminds me of my walk to work one summer. A picture of some horses reminds me of the summer day I decided to explore rural Wisconsin. A picture of a duck reminds me of vacations to Naples, Florida with my grandparents. Looking through photos brings up old memories that I wouldn’t have otherwise thought of.
Photography doesn’t just have to be an art form, and photos don’t have to be “good” to be meaningful.
Visual imagery can be very powerful, and for me, photography is a great way to explore places, capture moments, bring back memories, distress, and express myself.
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