A Camera Story

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away (February 2003) I got a new digital camera.  I thought at the time that I was mainly buying it to use at work, but that did not turn out to be the case.  The camera was a Canon S45 and it literally changed my life (yes, literally).

At around the same time that I got the camera, I also started my first blog.  I posted pictures, entered weekly photo memes, and began to go out specifically to take pictures. In September of that year I started my first photoblog.  (I wish I was like my blogging friend Saroy who I have been following since back about that time and has kept all of her blogging in one place.  I have jumped from platform to platform over the last 11 years).  It was such a different time on the web and I loved the world that the camera introduced me to.  

I feel deep into the photography hole.  I started photoblog groups and began a five year journey with Assignment Houston on Flickr.  I organized meet-ups and even brought people together who are still best friends today (yeah… you!).  I became a different person as I was forced out of my shy shell into someone who talked to people. I stayed in the Canon family and moved up the ranks to a Rebel XT and then eventually to a Canon 50D.  I had photos published in magazines (even on a cover), sold photos in an art gallery and earned money from companies wanting to use my images online.

And then, about four years ago, my interest started fading.  I propped it up by experimenting with film photography (which is so much fun) and by releasing some of the obligations that had consumed so much of my time.  I honestly was burned out.  My output slowed to a trickle over the last few years.  I disconnected from all of the whirlwind and my iPhone became my most used camera.  

I needed a break.  At times I felt guilty and at other times sad.  What happened to all that fire and passion?  Why was I losing steam while fellow photographers continued on?  It was a very important part of my life, but it felt more like a chore than something to look forward to.  It wasn’t fun anymore.

But you know, I never really stopped being a photographer.  I never stopped fiddling with my iPhone.  I never stopped thinking about ways to share photos.  I never stopped seeing things around me that I wanted to photograph.

The fire was down to an ember, but the ember was still glowing and it is slowly, ever so slowly, coming back.  I want to tread carefully.  I don’t want to extinguish it.  I don’t want to go back to where I was.  The thought of that is stifling.  I want to recapture some of that innocent love and excitement from those first years.  Yes, I know you can never have another love like your first, but in this case I think you can return to a simpler time.

To that end, say hello to my new little friend.

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For the first time, in a long time, I’m going to carve out some photo time this weekend and it feels good.

Links: 

saroy.net

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