I can’t even begin to make a guess at how many photos I’ve taken in my lifetime. Thousands. Who knows. I’ve filled up countless CDs, an entire external hard-drive and I’ve already got a couple hundred on the new external I got for Christmas.
The photo-taking obsession started early, with my first camera being given to me as a birthday gift in (I think) 8th grade. This was pre-cell phone service in my town, so rather than having a cell phone on me 24/7, I had a camera.
A few years went by, digital photography changed drastically, and I got a new Sony Cybershot (again, for a birthday). Though the obsession died down slightly, I still managed to take hundreds and hundreds of photos.
And I can’t lie, a few thousand of these were failed attempts at taking the perfect Myspace photo in high school.
When I met a photographer and became best friends with him in the beginning of college, I realized that taking photos didn’t have to be just something I did. It could be a part of my life. That’s when I purchased my DSLR and learned the real rules of photography.
I started working for my school’s newspaper as a photographer, and the obsession continued to grow. And getting paid for it wasn’t so bad, either.
Having your photo printed on paper gives you a rush. Especially the first time your photo is used as a cover photo. An even bigger rush? Standing between the crowd and a famous artist at a concert, being just inches away from that artist and feeling the crowd and it’s excitement, while shooting 800 shots in 20 minutes just to get three or four perfect photos.
Now, though I don’t get the chance to actually shoot as often anymore, I still take photos daily with my phone. Sure some of them are still random pictures of myself in bathrooms, a picture of my new coffee mug (I did that today) and what I ate for dinner last night, but the point is– I can’t stop taking photos.
I think I’m afraid of forgetting.
I want to remember every single thing I did, whether it be that amazing concert I shot in college, the walk down Jackson Ave. I took with my friends in high school, or the outfit I wore that isn’t going to fit me when I’m 50.