Notes on becoming a photographer - Part 1
Full disclosure. I never set out for a career as a private photo editor.
I was and still am a photographer.
Photography has been my main passion for as long as I can remember. I remember being so excited when I received my first camera for my 10th birthday. A VERY basic plastic point and shoot in BRIGHT TEAL and a couple of rolls of film.
I then did what any photographer does with a new toy; I set up a test photo shoot in my bedroom. And what was my subject? As embarrassing as this is to admit; my entire troll collection! Does anyone else remember those toys? They were big circa 1989 - 1992. Ugly faces, crazy bright hair? Not exactly the most photogenic of subjects, but I had a vision. Oh to be ten years old…..
I wish I could tell you that my first foray into photography was a success. That those photos I took of my beloved trolls showed a hidden genius and that I ended up with some amazing artwork. But that would be a lie. I can still vividly remember my disappointment when I received my prints back. It was horrible. The final result in no way matched my vision. The lighting was terrible, the images were hazy, the subjects looked flat. I recently came across these prints and they are so bad that I had to laugh out loud. What on earth was I thinking?
With hindsight being 20/20, I have only recently begun to reflect on just how crazy it is that at just 10 years old, I had a super strong vision of what I wanted to achieve. I knew what a camera was capable of (though probably not my plastic point and shoot). I distinctly remember thinking my subjects would be softly lit. That they would be super sharp with a soft background. That they would look glamorous and chic (really? trolls?) I had no idea what the terms were to describe this nor what was needed to achieve it, but I knew that is what I wanted. And my love affair with film began.
From my High School darkroom to studying photojournalism during college to finally earning a living as a interiors photographer, photography has been and always will be a cornerstone of my life. It hasn’t been an easy journey. In fact between 2003 and 2015, I was earning a living doing something entirely different and only picking up the odd photo job here and there. But that is a story for another diary entry.
How about you? What is your earliest memory with a camera?
I hope you all have a great week!