I’ve been asked several times why the interest in photography….
Well, heres the truth, I have been itching to be a photographer, I have always loved going out and getting shots of the sunset over the water, shots of the beach, taking snapshots of my (ridiculously far gorgeous to actually be related to me, right?) Nieces and Nephew, and just getting out and capturing the little moments.
Last year for Christmas and my Birthday (which are only a couple of weeks apart), my father gave me the money allowing me to buy whichever DSLR camera I wanted, and finally take the photos I had been dreaming of, the photos that made me stop and see the little beauties this world has to offer, especially on days when I am struggling.
My father tragically was taken from us, far too soon, in an unforeseeable accident in February of this year.
This Camera has tragically turned out to be the last thing my father will ever give to me, the last dream he will help and inspire me to finally embark on.
Before he was taken from us, I had been in the process of making a photo book for him, to show him all the photos I was taking with the amazing gift he had given me, to show him the little beauties I was being every day. This scrapbook now sits, half filled, half finished, but half empty, on my coffee table, reminding me to take photos for Dad.
So from here on in, when I’m taking photos, it’s almost like I am with him, and every photo I take is to capture something that I think is truly beautiful, to remind me of my Dad.
Every photo here is for my Dad.
And that, folks, is why to me, photography means a lot more than just a point and shoot with a camera. It’s my connection to dad.
Hope you can find something beautiful to stop and look at each day to remind you that there is still beauty in the world, even on the days where you may be struggling to see it