I have been wanting to start this blog for a while now, since I have been wanting to challenge myself more on the creative side. I never realized how important a picture is, can be, and the impact it can have on one's life. I never realized how much love can go into a picture, how much emotion can be charged throughout me, all from looking at a picture. I never realized any of this until the subject I wanted to photograph couldn't be photographed anymore. November 2009, a day after Thanksgiving I lost my Grandmother. Thanksgiving Day, I did not get one single solitary photo of her. Which is so unlike me, because I'm usually snapping around like crazy. It's the biggest regret, the deepest sorrow, one that has plagued me for the better part of a year now. Thankfully, luckily, I have photos of her that I have snapped of her over the years. My family deemed me "The Keeper of Family Memories" sort to speak, since I always had a camera pointed in their faces. Thus began my love for VERNACULAR PHOTOGRAPHY.
- I am NOT a photographer! I didn't go to school, I don't play around with manual settings. I don't know anything about lighting, f.stops, shutter speeds, DSLR, etc...
I love the Vernacular aesthetic, especially photos from the 50s-70s. Amazing! Makes me jealous! I've got a digital camera, and tons of beautiful things around me to photograph!
- I am NOT a photographer! I didn't go to school, I don't play around with manual settings. I don't know anything about lighting, f.stops, shutter speeds, DSLR, etc...
I love the Vernacular aesthetic, especially photos from the 50s-70s. Amazing! Makes me jealous! I've got a digital camera, and tons of beautiful things around me to photograph!
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