Photography

Let's all have some fun with photography.  I want this is be a blog about photography without all the facts and figures.  You know, f stops, focal length, the technical stuff.  There's a million sites where you can get that if you're looking for it.   If you're here, you've learned all that jargon on some level.  Your skill level is not important here...your desire to share the process is of importance.    I want to hear from you about why you find photography interesting, stimulating, gratifying. what memories does it possess for you...you describe any and all of the reasons it makes you more complete.  I want this to be a blog about how photography adds texture and wholeness to your life.  So, you don't need to be a professional to contribute to this effort.  You can shoot with the latest and greatest, your iPhone, any old camera you might have.  Images we  capture hold meaning in our lives.  The one taboo here is, NO POLITICAL DISCOURSE.  There's a million sites with that stuff if you're looking for it.  Dont' look here!!!

So let's begin.  I played around with cameras from the time I was a kid.  Like a lot of kids my age, my first exposure (yeah, I know) to photos was the family camera, a Kodak Brownie.  The small black box you had to hold at your waist to see your family members in the little glass prism.  I think they may have even appeared upside down.  They looked about the size of ants because they had to stand 30 feet away from the camera so you could see them in the little glass prism.  Makes sense, right?  Then the 3x3 black and white prints came back fom the drugstore with lots of background and sky.  That's just the way you took pictures back then.  It really gave you good environmental images and if you're into photography you understand how important those enviro shots are.  You know, the dead winter grass and everyone wrapped up in winter coats watching little Andy ride his new Christmas bicycle.  And then there was the long shot of little Andy sobbing after taking his official first header into the sidewalk.  His rescue was delayed while his Aunt Betty made everyone wait while she took the million miles away crash photo to save the endearing moment.  He still can't ride a bicycle very well.  Trauma of youth thing I guess. He suspects my brother and I shot his wheels with our Christmas rifles.  I'll be back with another installment soon.  Let's hear your stories, too.