9/5/13

photography inspo: my mom

This summer my mother, the photographer extraordinaire in the family, ventured out west to beautiful Seattle, Washington. I've been there once when I was only twelve years old - I remember crying on my flight home because I loved it oh so much. I didn't want to be peeled away from the beautiful mountainsides of evergreen, the wondrous Puget Sound, or the city with the one-of-a-kind skyline. The Pacific Northwest enchanted my twelve year old heart and it does to this day. These are just a select few of her photos from Pike Place Market, and they completely inspire me. When I see them, they make me want to not only travel, but be a better photographer.



Those were her photos; captured in a raw, natural, bright, colorful light. Now, her musings on photography:

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Photography is a lot like poetry, only the imagery is the lyrical element.  Oftentimes, the photo finds the lens, and all I add is a shutter click.

How lucky we are to live in a time when capturing images is so easy.  Not long ago, I was stocking up on 400-speed film, and storing it in my refrigerator.  Remember rewinding the film in order to get it  processed, and the anticipation (!) of waiting to get those prints back?  Those days are long gone; now, you know which shots you will discard almost as soon as you take them.  Images fill our world, and the history of our daily lives is accumulating in a million cloud files from around the planet.

Still, I imagine what it would be like to have one photograph - just one - of someone like Julius Caesar, or Charlemagne.  Was Helen of Troy really beautiful?  A photo would recast her history in an instant.  Fast forward - what will those yet to come think of the photographic ghosts we leave behind?

Naturally, they will marvel at our hairstyles, and our quaint clothing. Will the voices be heard?  Will the life energy really transmit itself through frozen snippets of life?  I think so - as sure as I can stare into the     shell blue eyes of my grandmother Angeline, photographed as a young immigrant newlywed of nineteen in 1929.  I examine every detail of that picture, and I know her; I see myself, I see my children, I see my future, I see my past.  It is a gift, a photo that screams of laughter and joy, of the disappointments and trials of life; of the survival of hope, and of the promise of the future.

That is why I photograph!  My gift to the future is to capture the beauty of now, fleeting like quicksilver before my eyes.  Look at them, but I also ask, listen to them!


10 comments:

  1. that last paragraph from your mom! such a beautiful and genuine thought. i often think about history too. wondering the faces from ancient stories, wishing there was camera to captured the age. it's kind of scary and exciting to think that one day, our time and age will be a history too.

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  2. Beautiful photos and beautiful thoughts. Whenever I'm at the flea market and find old photos, I want to buy them all and give them a home. It makes me so sad to think that somewhere someone has never seen a picture of their great-great-grandmother, and here I am holding it in my hand.

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  3. Gorgeous! What amazing photos and beautiful words. Photography is amazing, isn't it?

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  4. Wow! I'm loving the one through the car window... it so clear, even through the glass! :)

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  5. wow these photos are absolutely stunning! so colorful and vibrant!

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  6. I always love looking at your photos! beautiful! : )

    http://allthingsprettyandlittle.blogspot.com

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  7. Awww such stunning photos! Love them! I need some photography lessons girl... I got a used but nice Canon Rebel a couple months ago but really need a lense and some lessons! These are just gorgeous!

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  8. Lovely put! And what amazing photos! You gals are very talented:)

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  9. such beautiful photos! so colorful!

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