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    Life Through a Viewfinder

    I see the world through a 1.5 by 2 centimeter rectangle.  I feel so lost without the weight of a camera in my palm.  My mom has teased me for years that my heartbeat sounds like shutter clicks.  If I didn’t know better, I’d think that was true.  I even hear them in my sleep.  I live, eat, and breathe photography.  Some say a picture is worth 1000 words, but I want to take pictures that render you speechless.  It’s all I’ve dreamt of since I was a little girl.

    I got my first camera at age 10.  It was actually my grandmother’s camera.  I found it in a box when I was sneaking through some stuff in her attic.  From the moment it touched my fingers, I knew it was destined to be mine.  I ended up having to confess my little invasion of privacy to my Nana and asked for forgiveness in hopes that she would find the tearful remorse charming and allow me to keep the camera.  It totally worked and I still have that Kodak Duaflex IV.  I don’t much use it anymore as the film is very rare, and honestly speaking, I spend most of my time at a computer instead of in the darkroom these days.

    Welcome to the digital age.  While I do love film and the suspense of success or utter failure that comes with it, I must admit that I have grown quite fond of digital media.  It has saved me on countless occasions when I left a shoot knowing I got exactly what I came for.  In fact, if it wasn’t for the immediacy of digital images, I might never have found the love of my life, my T.

     

    April 2004, New York City

    It is a gorgeous spring day, and I woke up this morning with a tingly sensation in my gut like something is beckoning to me.  I have been working so much in the recent months and haven’t really had time to just take a day for me.  I promised myself very early on in my career that no matter how crazy things got, I would make sure to take time to just go out and shoot life as it unfolds and leave the studio behind.  So, I got up, brushed my teeth, threw on a pair of jeans, my black Converse, and my faded Yale hoodie and grabbed my small camera day pack and headed out the door.  The air is crisp and holds a sense of promise.  I am sure to get some amazing shots today.

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    Comments

    1. I guess I can’t thank enough that you gave us this wonderful story. It was deeply touched!
      you tell from my heart entirely when you wanted a drama-free history, life itself is a drama at times and sometimes enjoy a wonderful escape in Romanticism through stories.
      I loved every minute of it, because you wrote wonderfully the true love between two people.
      thank you!

    2. A heartwarming story in one neat package.Sometimes good things come in small packages aand ROBBIE u just delivered a sweet little bundle of TIBETTE.enjoyed reading how they met,married and enlarged the family.thanks

    3. “The Photography perpetuates time.
      Poetry perpetuates feelings.
      Photography is the Poetry image.
      Poetry is the image of sensations.”
      You are masterful writing this story.
      It is a praise to the true and eternal love.
      I loved !
      Congratulations !
      And I’m a lover of photography is a
      of my passions.
      The complete constellation.
      Bear hug.

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