My New Love
I often wonder what my dad thinks of the pictures I take. As I was growing up my parents owned and operated a camera store and belonged to a camera club. I had a nice little Nikon (wish I still had that one) that gave me much frustration. I was impatient and hated changing lenses. Both of those are still true today. I would have rather done just about anything else than take photos.
I wasn't really interested in photography and didn't really get what my parents saw in it. I never understood why they would want a black and white photo of a broken wheel or an old building. I didn't get why anyone would take a photo of anything without a family member in the shot. I wondered what would happen to all those photos. I now wonder what happened to them.
As a child I snapped a bunch of crappy photos, still do. But through the wonders of technology I can simply click "delete" and not worry about it. My impatience has been rewarded with cameras that no longer need to have the film sent off to be developed. I can now enjoy my photos immediately instead of waiting over a week to see if the shot was captured the way I envisioned it. I can share it immediately with people miles away and I can tweak it with any number of photo programs.
I really don't think my parents go out for the sole reason of taking photos anymore. I wonder why. But while their love of photography has faded mine has grown. I never leave the house without a camera and I often snap things while Dennis drives or make him stop so I can. And yes, there are times we go out for the sole purpose of taking pictures.
I happened to marry someone with a love of cameras. In fact, he too used to do professional photography and I really wish he'd get into it again. He's full of great ideas. While I don't really have any desire to snap photos at weddings like dad and Dennis have done I would love to start taking photos of children and animals. In the area we live the only choice you have is Wal-Mart or a very expensive local photography studio. I would like to offer something in the middle, but have no clue where to start.
I still wonder what my dad thinks of my pictures and if he's proud of a love, that he planted the seed for, in a girl totally uninterested.
Maybe its not a question of if he or she admires it. Maybe its a self
thing.
Your eye for photography is far advanced over my eye's reflections of the
subjects that i went into the field to capture. If you continue to advance
with your love it will pay off for you if only in fullfilment of ones self.
Your mother and I would go out and see things that we liked to record on
film and believe me we shot a lot of bad shots also, but we would get that
one shot that just was the one we were looking for. Black and white was our
choice of medium, only because everyone sees in color but no one sees in
black and white, thus the beauty comes out in the only way one can enjoy,
imagination. Your mom and I can only say we love you and are so proud of
you and if you still want an old nikon that you have to change lens on,
just say the word and it will come true.
Love always Dad and Mom.