My love for photography started more than 30 years ago with a little Canon point-and-shoot. My photo skills have come along way since then, but one thing has remained the same, my love for photographing people.
I believe we are all living our life story, everyone’s story is important, and every story should be told. Photography is a way to do this, from both sides of the camera.
When I was about 12 years old I was sitting on the couch with a photo album on my lap, as my mom pointed to a picture and said, “I remember that day like it was yesterday. That’s around the time when your dad and I first started dating.” As she told me stories of their early days together, it was as if she were a million miles away—it’s as if she was reliving that period of her life.
I flipped the page and pointed at someone in a photo and asked, “Is that uncle Stevie?” To which my mom replied with a giggle, “Yes. And that’s you in the stroller. He used to take you for walks to meet girls. You were so cute the girls would just walk up to him and start a conversation.” Even though I was too young to remember those specific stroller dates with my uncle, the next time I saw him I teased him about it and we laughed as he told me his side of the story. I’m smiling right now as I think back to that time.
In my twenties I fell in love with travel, and after each trip, the first thing my family and friends would ask is, “Can we see your photos?” They’d ask a million questions and make comments like, “I’ll never be able to travel to a place like that.” “It’s so different, but so beautiful.”
Photos are a way to document your life, your adventures, your story.
Take photos. Take lots of photos. And then print those photos.
And every once in a while sit down as a family and look through your albums so you can all laugh, cry, and tease each other about bad hair styles and outdated clothes. Lose yourself in listening to, and telling stories about summer trips to the cabin, the old house you grew up in, those toothless smiles, eighth grade graduation, and that father-daughter dance at your first child’s wedding.
Time goes fast. Years are over in the blink of an eye. Take photos. Tell your story. Go analog.