I have been on a photography kick for the last seven years or so.
Oh, I took pictures when I was young. First married. Family, my brothers, my dad. With my kids through school and high school. But they are all sitting in a box somewhere, waiting for my A.D.H.D. to slow down enough to go through all of them.
Then came my first Smartphone. And my learning about Picasa (which has turned into Google Photos).
I am hooked.
You would think I were a master photographer the way I run around taking pictures of everything. Of course, grandkids take up the majority of the space on both Google and my phone. Kids walking. Kids laughing. Kids falling down. Kids in daddy’s shoes. Kids standing on the picnic table. Kids Kids Kids.
None of those would win a photo contest, but to me they are unique moments in time that will never happen again. It’s like driving down a deserted road and watching a leaf fall from a tree. You are the only one in the universe that saw that leaf make its final journey to the ground. How special is that?
Of course, life is made up of special moments. 16 hours a day (the other 8 for sleep, a special moment all its own), 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year.
That’s a lot of camera moments.
I’m also the nature picture girl. I’ve got a thing about taking pictures of clouds, woods, water, animals (when I find them), plants, old houses, old barns — anything that looks like an elf or a faerie could be just around the corner. My husband chuckles at all the path-through-the-woods pictures on my phone. I mean — how many cool paths can there be?
At my age, EVERY path is a cool path. I imagine the turn in the road, the path not taken, the path that leads to Hobbiton and Brigadoon and Diagon Alley. That barn covered in ivy and disrepair might be the gateway to Neverland. That flower in all its unique glory could just have been danced upon by faeries. Pictures of unusual places and things tickles my imagination, and the most wonderful things come out the other end.
Maybe all this is nothing more than wanting to retain images of the things I love before the end. That when I’m old and gray I can look at these pictures and remember when — if at all. For we all have a “when”. And it flies by too fast.
Don’t be afraid to use your camera/Iphone/Android. Create worlds of your own with just a click. Delete the ones that don’t take you to Avalon, Asgard, or to your family and friends. Then let your imagination take you where it will.
Get the photo bug today!
Woah…90 years. That’s amazing. A journey worth taking. Makes me feel good.
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Oh constantly, and I am currently working to scan in photos from at least 90 years of family history. I just got 12 big cartons full, and I love the stories they tell too. 🙂
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I love that! That’s how I feel! I hope you take enough to share some sometime!
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I am at that age too when every path is a cool path! I want to absorb it all while I still can. 🙂 I take my camera everywhere.
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Great! It’s fun and it’s a challenge — think of all those synapses in your brain that are flashing!
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That’s
my grandbaby a few years ago — my main man!
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Yes, yes, Claudia, I love photographing with my android photo, and then fixing, mixing and editing on my computer, lots of fun…..
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Love the shot!
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😀
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I am happy to hear that! I do too. I’m getting better, and my phone is full, but as I get better I get more creative. I say optimistically….
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Ha! When you put it that way, I’m kinda glad too. I’m just glad that I can dump all my creativity onto the Web to last long after I’m gone!
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I love taking pictures!
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Great description on capturing those special (and sometimes not so special) moments. Being the age that I am (57), I am thankful that we didn’t have camera/cell phones when I was younger. It’s just as well there is no record of some of the foolishness I participated in. My guess is that I am not alone in that sentiment.
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