My First Memories of Photography


A couple months ago my Mom arrived on my doorstep with a box of my things. I moved out of her house nearly eighteen years ago (did I just date myself?) a long time ago but it was the house I grew up in so bits of me still lurk in some of the corners, closets, and back rooms. Most of it got dumped into the recycle box (letters from pen pals, notes from high school) or shipped off to the thrift store (high school gymnastics uniform, small stuffed animals).

But there were two things that I want to share with you. Two things that are some of my first memories of photography. Two things that I know make me the photographer I am today:

  1. The first camera I ever owned, a Black’s 1000 Disc
  2. One of the first photographs I remember making. Yup, those are my Cabbage Patch dolls. Cut me some slack, I was 10.

Happy Friday!


Edited: I couldn’t resist updating this post to add this photograph I made of my brother Jeff when he was 8 and I was 10. How cute is he? And he still likes to play with cameras.

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