Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Behind the Lens


My junior high self. With friend Emily Manny

When I was in junior high I took a photography class. It really wasn't that long ago, but digital cameras were kind of new and digital SLRs were very new, so we used film. I learned photography, the art form. I learned the rules of composition, of lighting and exposure, focus and aperture. There was no "auto" mode. Sepia was a solution to soak film in, not a button. I still dream about the dark room, the excitement of waiting for film to develop or wondering how a picture will turn out.




Who said junior high was worthless??


I loved it so much that after the class and I had to return the camera, I bought my own film SLR (single lens reflex camera). But soon thereafter digital cameras became pretty good and inexpensive. And Facebook was invented, which changed picture-sharing and photography altogether. By then I was a poor college student, and didn't have the time or resources to be developing film all the time, and my camera ended up unused at the top of my closet, where I eventually sold it.

When I was dating Ben we talked about our hopes and fears, our likes and dislikes. We talked about hobbies and interests. It's so interesting to me to think back to that time, where Ben says "I like woodworking" but I had no idea what him building a cabinet would look like. He had no tools, no place to build. But I see now that building things is a big part of who he is, and how he finds enjoyment. I told him about one of my interests, of a junior high class and photography and the rules of composition.

After we got married we talked about putting a new digital SLR on our list of financial goals, and there it has sat for nearly five years. Delaying gratification is a big part of "winning" as far as money management goes, and today the day has come.

I pull out the camera from the box and attach the lens with a familiar "click." I hand it to Ben to inspect. Ben beams at me, happy to fulfill my dream. He looks over the camera, examining the buttons trying to discover the ins and outs of it. "It's called a hotshoe," I smile as I tell him. After a full inspection, he is satisfied and hands it back to me.

I put my eye up to the viewfinder and hear the shutter clack. I'm behind the lens again.

Outside my front window



1 comment:

  1. We still have that great picture that you took of our three oldest boys when you were in high school... it's black and white and you added color. Very cool

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