Everyone knows that January of each year is a time for a new start, a fresh beginning. Many of us take some time to think about things we’d like to do differently in the new year. One goal of mine is to get back to my photography roots. I was thinking about how I got started on this photography journey in the first place. Originally I was thinking that it really began in January of 2008, because that is when I got my very first DSLR, but once I dug a little deeper in my memory (which can be somewhat foggy these days depending on my sleep & the number of children running around my house), I realized that the journey started much earlier.
This is going to make me sound super old to some of y’all, but back in the days of FILM, before smart phones & digital cameras were even an option, it would not be unusual for me to be the one with a camera. My dad has always been a techy-gear-gadget type person and a research junky, so I have him to thank (and blame!) for all of this! Seriously, Dad, I do give you a lot of credit! Digital cameras came out in 2001, when I was in college, but I still had my trusty film point and shoot my Dad had bought me. Sadly, that camera was stolen out of my bag on the beach during spring break my senior year.
Anyway, after graduating, moving to Dallas and starting my first job in the corporate world, I decided I just HAD to have one of those digital cameras. Why? Well, it was Dad’s fault again…. because he already had one. So in late 2002 or early 2003 (can’t recall), after doing plenty of research and $500 later (which was like, a lot, for me to be spending, being right out of college), this Olympus point and shoot – my first digital camera – arrived in the mail. Isn’t he cute?
5 megapixels of goodness (but…did you know megapixels don’t really matter that much?) and a massive 1 inch color display screen on the back. Whoo hoo!
So…. why would I still have this ancient artifact?
I loved this little thing. This is the camera that I maxed out on. This is the camera where I learned the basics of photography. This is where my love for photography exploded.
But not at first.
I kept this sucker on “auto”. Since pocket-sized digital cameras were still pretty pricey, no one else my age really had one. I had fun learning about this little gadget. I set up the self timer in my apartment and took snapshots of my friends when they’d visit me in Dallas, we’d have a Bachelorette party or go out, or of me and my boyfriend (future husband), or just anything else. I dug wayyyyyyy back in the vault and found a few gems to share with the world. Looks at these gorgeous captures::::
The 2003 selfie…. (oh.my.we.look.young)….
A little self-timer action in my first apartment before a wedding:
My sister in law getting her hair done. Lovely sepia tone processing. Have no idea how I did that.
Fishing trips. My techy-gadget-dad is also a first class fisherman, but I caught this chunk of a fish. Just didn’t want to be the one touching it!
Bringing our first puppy home:
Football trips (there were too many of these to count)…. but my little camera always made every trip…..
And in 2004, this was the camera that I took on our honeymoon to Maui. I actually still love and am pleased when I look at these photos now. Proof that the best camera is the one you have with you! And that you don’t always need the fancy, expensive gear to make great captures. A crazy beautiful location & just a teeny bit of camera-know-how definitely does not hurt. I used tons of self-timers on this trip…. we had rented a convertible for this trip, and I would set the camera up on the back of the car for lots of pictures. I also brought my work laptop with me to download my photos each night because I could.not.lose.those.photos.
Ok, so why share these fairly unimpressive photos?
Well, it’s just a reminder of me of where I started. It’s oddly therapeutic to see how I’ve changed and grown since that time. Seeing my little point and shoot brought back many memories…. ones that I’m so glad I captured. This camera was truly the start of it all.
Fast forward a few more years and it’s 2006. We become proud parents to this 9 lbs 1 oz. baby boy. All of the sudden, I have this BRAND NEW THING to document. He is the definition of joy and I just dote on him like crazy. I record every little thing he does in his baby book. And I take pictures of him out the wazoo, because goodness, he is cute and he does new stuff all the time!
I was still just your every-day, stay at home mom, taking snapshots of my baby.
Everything was going pretty good until I started having THIS problem:
And then THIS problem:
And THIS problem.
And I am like, WHAT IS UP WITH THIS CAMERA!??!?! I was getting so frustrated!! What in the world was it doing? I did not need to see my baby have demon-red eyes, be all blurry, and he was so dark and shadowy in that one photo above….. um, can’t even see his real expression! It just started bugging me pretty badly.
So badly that I decided to do something about it.
If you have read down this far, you’ve just finished Part 1 of my story. Part 2 is coming soon! Check back to see what I did to fix my photogra-mama problems!