Why I'm cuckoo with my camera

11/26/2012 at 9:23 pm | Posted in snap happy | 2 Comments

Ever since I held my very first camera and smelled that burnt flash bulb after it popped, I was in love.

On one childhood vacation, in fact, I spent an entire roll of film on a single alligator. Disney World, the zoo, even the backyard, I snapped away. Laura and I would dress up the dog and I would take pictures. Anything, everything.

And I COULD NOT WAIT for my film to be developed. Such an awesome feeling to tear open that envelope and see if the prints inside matched the vision in my head. The devastation of discovering an exposed roll and losing those pictures drove me to tears.

So that is why I’m a total freak with my camera. It’s in my blood, apparently.

I’m not sure why it took me three years of blogging to finally explain my snap-happy-ness, but I thought you ought to know why I take (and LOVE) shots like these super close-ups of the girls (one with a milk moustache — score).

When a single photo makes me laugh out loud or stops me in my tracks — especially in the middle of scrolling through hundreds that I take on any given occasion — I jump up and down inside just like that 10-year-old girl clutching an envelope of fresh prints to her chest. And then I empty my memory card and do it all over again.


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  1. I am the same way! I equate getting that special photo with being on a high. Nothing makes me more excited than taking a photo I love.

    I took one of my all-time favorite photos of the boys at our October beach trip. I was literally jumping up and down screaming on the beach because I was so excited about it. Jon doesn’t get it but he supports my crazy:


    • HOLY CRAP. That shot is incredible!

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