My interest in photography started with my first trip across the country. So much was new, so many places and sights I had never seen but for pictures. It was then that I started to understand the power of a photograph. I think back to reading National Geographic as a child and dreaming of all the places I could go, drawn in to the story with the images captured by those who had actually been there. The imagination of a child is a blessing we should nurture in youth, and desperately try to hold on to as adults for it brings forth a passion for all things simple and pure.
Something as simple as a picture of a diner that you have been to many times gives a feeling of comfort, a harmony with your past reflected on the page in color. Each pixel a small part of what your existence is about, each image a point in the timeline of your life. Photography for me is a way of expressing how I see the world and the feelings I get while traveling. Every snap of the shutter gives me a visual memory of all that is good in this world.
Miles and miles of open countryside I drove, mountains and canyons filled with color beckoning me forward to flood my eyes and nourish my soul with natures bounty. The camera becomes an extension of my mind. The feelings I have when looking through the viewfinder are captured in the print, the real trick is to have others see and feel the same when viewing it.
I took this picture yesterday with my used but new to me Canon 5D Mark II that I recently purchased. Even on a cloudy day the color is perfect, his personality reflected in his eye. Friendly as could be, he ran to the fence as I approached. This moment of connection forever stored in my mind and shared with all.
This picture of my mother reflects all that I know about her. The window to a person is found in their eyes, and you can see her life story reflected from within. Forever will her strength of will be a part of her son, a lesson not lost on me.
Even though we will soon be parted, this image of my best buddy will be a reminder of what is sacred, what holds the most meaning in my life. Friendship.