I started photography on a whim one day. I was walking to catch the bus down to the lake for a walk and to the library to check out another pile of books. I had been out of highschool for a couple of years and was being very indecisive with what I wanted to do with my life. Did I want to become a nurse, a veterinary assistant, a dental hygienist, an anthropologist, a chef, a librarian. Yet whenever I seriously thought about pursuing them, it didn’t feel quite right for some reason. I took some courses at the local college off and on, trying to decide what I wanted to do. I love cooking, but mostly for family and friends when they come over. I had had an interest in photography off and on growing up, taking photos of my Aunts dog with a toy camera, a Great Dane named Lance and at horse camp after grade 7 with a point and shoot film camera. Horses have always been my favourite animals, besides dogs and cats. I actually didn’t take photography in highschool, instead opting for a videography class. It wasn’t until that day that I somehow, all of a sudden wanted to pick up a camera again, and when I got home that afternoon, my mom gave me her Pentax Asahi and the next day I went and got a couple of rolls of film from the drugstore. As soon as I loaded the rolls into my camera and looked around me to see what I could take photos of, it was as if something instantly clicked for me. When I got the rolls of film back from the drugstore, it was like magic and I kept taking photos of anything that looked interesting. I took photos of my dog, a toy poodle named Jackie, cool trees at the creek, the fall colours later that year, things on the street that caught my eye.
It has been a passion for me ever since, and now I can’t imagine doing anything else with my life, except for writing. (I have known that I have wanted to write for as long as I can remember, but for a few years after highschool I stopped writing and started getting the urge to write again when I went to photography school in Vancouver.) I realized today that it has will be 10 years in April since I picked up a camera again.
I take photos when I need to escape for a while, when I want to express myself creatively through photographs. I take photographs to capture a moment in time that may never happen again, and to show how I see the world, one photograph at a time. I take photos as a creative outlet and to make art for myself (I have some of my photos hanging in my apartment..). I also love that every time I pick up the camera, I learn something new that I didn’t before. I also love that when I pick up my camera and take photos of a person, I can capture the essence of a person through light and pixels. I can also take photos of a cute puppy and the expression in her eyes as she runs with joy after a stick or a ball. I also have a new found appreciation for the art form after moving to Vancouver and going to photography school at Langara college. (That will be a post for another day, when I can somehow form the words into a story!!)
I have one new photo to show you guys!! 🙂 I took this a few days ago down at the marsh, one of my absolute favourite spots to go when I need to clear my head and take some photos.