Technically, it all began in Germany, 19 years ago, when I was born, but that’s not what I’m talking about. Photography. One word. One holdable lump of plastic, metal, and glass, called a camera, that has been pieced together with care. It’s a miniature machine, an invention, something you see around the necks of tourists and pros alike. From it come pictures of everything you can imagine, and some things you can’t.
But it’s more. It’s a feeling. The feeling’s not always there, I can say that. But when you begin to shoot what you love, when you find the thing that trips a little circuit in your brain, then, THEN it becomes magic. That’s the moment you can’t get enough, an hour is too short a time for all the photos you wish to find. It’s that moment when you can’t help smiling.
For me the magic began when my parents and I split the cost of a Nikon D40 camera. Up until then we’d used Wal-Mart cameras, as I call them, the generic, hold it out in front of your face, takes five seconds to actually take the picture cameras. I remember getting the new camera, the D40, and being so fascinated by the “great” pictures I could take. My pictures weren’t necessarily better, but I had a better machine, better capabilities. I loved it.
Then we moved to England, and the magic really began. We were fortunate enough to live approximately 15 feet from a great little corner of woods. It was mostly for dog walkers, but I loved it. In the summer time the nettles would grow five feet tall or more, the wind would blow the trees, there were Muntjac deer running around, birds, and rabbits. A tiny river ran behind the woods. It was wonderful. If you crouched down, or lay down, or just sat and waited, you could see so many things. Bugs crawling around in the leaves on the ground, the birds calling to each other, could see the dead mossy stumps, tiny forest floor treasures…and I took pictures of everything I could.
Most of my pictures from the first several years of the D40 are at my family’s house, since we shared the camera. When I received my own camera (Instead of a class ring, may I say. Artist at heart, I am.) I, of course, saved them all on my own hard drive. I just wanted to share some of the things that first awoke my interest in photography. No, not all my pictures are great. I know that. But without a beginning, where would I be? So without further ado, a sampling of England and the things that sparked a passion.
It’s not all my pictures, not by far, but I hope it gives you a taste of the things that are magical to me.