My calling in life
Ever since the first time I picked up a camera, I’ve been in love. I don’t mean a little point and shoot. I mean a really 35mm slr. In particularly, my dad’s little old Yashika. I don’t think they are even made anymore. That little camera taught me to see things in a completely different way and gave me a way of expressing my thoughts and feelings better than I ever could in words. Hmph… words do not always come to me easily. I always think of clever things to say 3 hours after they should have been said. Images are so much more poignant for me. The message they carry is so powerful. Because of this, I try very hard to shoot exactly how I feel, or rather how I interpret the feeling of the experience. It’s much too easy to manipulate emotions with pictures.
After spending some time looking through old pics that I’ve shot, I have come to a realization. This form of communication was given to me, not to enhance my own life, but to record, forever, the extraordinary people that my children are becoming. My calling in life is not to be a photographer, but a mother. I can’t express how much I love my children through mere words. I hope that someday, as I hone my skill, I can show this through images.
I want a beach. Playing catch up – love the sentiments on expression, love the photos, love the easter basket. Miss you friend. Let’s cross paths next time you come to town. (I was super sicky last time you were here…) Haven’t read a good juicy book in a while – give me a reason!
And this is just one reason you are so dang rad!!!
Love it.
But Megan, I disagree. I think your photos are always attractive.
I’m so glad you have that talent, it’s such a beautiful one to have. I do not have that talent. I do not have a good photography eye. Also it is apparent how much you love your children. How lucky they are to have you for a mom and have parents that love and care for them so much.