A love for Photography

Photography has changed significantly over the years the old camera my Nan used cannot be compared to a camera like a (Professional) Mirrorless Cameras but what hasn’t changed is my families love for photography.

My Nan loved her camera. I can remember little about her but in my Dads old office I can find dozens of photo albums and old slide shows. The pictures are often faded, and I don’t know the faces staring at the camera, but I have always still loved to flick through them. I am sure her love of photography was passed onto my Dad. He was an incredible photographer and even with what is now considered old antiquated equipment he made some beautiful, natural pictures.

Some smells we can remember and remind us of places and times just as music or places do. A smell that will always take me back to my childhood is the smell of the solutions my Dad would use in his dark room to develop his pictures. It was my Dads domain, his place of escape from the long hours he worked but on occasion he would let me in to help. I can remember watching him so carefully place the picture into one tray, then another until almost by magic the photograph would begin to develop. He would hang them on what I always called his magic washing line.

It was always going to be the case having a Dad that loved not just taking pictures but understood the science of developing them that I would inherit a love for the camera. I think like Dad did I can generally see what is going to make a good picture. Unlike Dad I have it easier that I can just shoot and snap with filters and auto lens, but also unlike Dad I don’t develop or even print enough pictures.

My Son is and has been for some years a very keep photographer and even at the grand old age of ten won his first photography competition this year so a love for photography has obviously been passed onto him now too.

Photography for me is a major part of my family life. The one thing I will be changing though is the outcome of taking pictures. I want the family albums to carry on being filled. Not to stop at my Dads pictures. Its not just about selfies and scenic pictures of sunsets its about the everyday pictures of family life.