Wednesday, 19 September 2012


It's a wonderful thing, to be able to do what you love. 

I love photography.

My father was and is an avid amateur photographer and my childhood was well documented in images. There are photos of my sisters and I as cross eyed infants, of birthday cake-smeared grins, of camping in the bush, of sports carnivals and swimming meets and dance concerts. I love looking back through those photographs and even more at old photographs of my parents and grandparents.

There is something magical about the way a photograph can stop a moment in time and keep it for future generations to see.

If I wonder what kind of a boy my father was I can hold a photograph of him dressed as an Indian with his brothers and sister in their backyard in Germany and see for myself. The big smile is the same and the adventurous glint in the eye was there even then. Photographs are such precious things.

Perhaps it is this early valuing of images that has led me to photography, perhaps it is my creative heart that has made it possible (for there is a vast difference between just taking a photograph and creating a beautiful image) but here I am, now a parent myself, helping others to create family treasures; images of loved ones that can be passed on and treasured by those perhaps not even born yet.

I love photography. It is a wonderful thing.

1 comment:

  1. What a beautiful passionate message. Welcome to the blogging world my friend!