Last week I was talking to Dave about my lack of picture taking when I am at home.
I shared that I wouldn't even consider a drive more then an hour away without my camera. And yet, in my everyday life I don't take pictures. I have written here that it is something I love when I'm traveling. And that I'm trying to understand how to bring it into my everyday life, or at least a more regular life here now that work begins (tomorrow).
I love the sound of the shutter. I love the process of looking back on a period spent peeking through a camera lens.
This process is expanded and expounded when I am not in my home state of Virginia.
And I have no idea why.
So this morning I took a roll of film and shot things around my house. I am trying to familiarize myself with film, it's been a frustrating process. I then took a round of digital shots of my life in this house, this house that I have fallen more and more in love with in the recent weeks.
Above are the results of the assignment.
I love them.
I love that the pictures look my me.
I love that I'm consistent across the board and that as a collective piece: I make sense.
I love that I know the story behind all of them. And I love that when someone else looks at them they see my life, but when that special person does: they see our life. This crazy ridiculous wonderful life full of Jesus and friendship and so much love.
I'm glad for the homework assignment. I'm glad for the challenge.
I need to remember it.
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