I have always loved taking photos. Snippets & moments to be remembered. A glance, a smile, a space, a colour. It often takes me a little longer to get anywhere because I inevitably need to stop and take a photo or two.
My darling husband is particularly patient with me, when it comes to this – I know so many are not. Often waiting until I get the shot, before we move on, even after I tell him “I’ll catch up” and I’m not just talking about photographing our coffees before we destroy the crema (although I am guilty of this occasionally too).
Long before Instagram, hashtags or selfies, my almost every move was interrupted by a camera. I’ve taken photos for as long as I can remember; of friends, family, pets, school camp. I’ve taken photos of my feet for decades, long before #footselfies or #ihaveathingwithfloors were a thing. I learnt to turn my analog camera around, line it up and perfectly fit us in the frame – long before there were screens and apps to help. Continue reading “To see or not to see?”