Photographer, I'm Not

There are places and times where we all become photographers, where we all have an overpowering need to capture the moment, place, and time and preserve it. Some places are just so beautiful that we all are able to be photographers and take beautiful pictures. But it's frustrating when the end result doesn't show the vastness of what we're trying to shoot.

So when looking at pictures of places I've never been, I'm always trying to imagine all that I cannot see in the photo, the story behind the story. What went on where the picture ended? What was the temperature, was there a breeze, what did the air smell like, and what was being felt when this was taken? You hear people say over and over that their pictures did not do the location justice.

It's true.

And when I look at my own pictures, I see so much more, and they tell a story of my memories of that frozen moment in time that only I know. I feel the cool breeze that I felt when I was taking it, breathing in that crisp, clean, invigorating air, smelling the pines, enveloped in the glorious day these pictures represent. I feel and see the entire panorama, but all that remains is the snapshot. That's why we all take so many pictures, just frantically trying to preserve the amazing things we experience. Photographing nature only gives us the tiniest glimpse of the landscape.

So when you look at my pictures, disregard the fact that I'm obviously not a professional photographer. I'm not even an amateur!! The lighting is wrong, the angle doesn't make sense, there's dust on the lense, someone always is blinking during my people shots, and sometimes the pictures come from my phone......but all our pictures tell a story.

And this is mine.