How Photography Has Changed Me

This week we celebrated our seventh wedding anniversary. Yay us! Our very first summer together, we had a lot more free time than we did spending money, so we went on a lot of walks.

Here's a frame from a video of me, pregnant and about to pop, trying out my new toy.

Here's a frame from a video of me, pregnant and about to pop, trying out my new toy.

Phil almost always brought his DSLR along, and he started teaching me to use it. (DSLR means digital single-lens reflex camera. Translation: big fancy camera pros use.)

I gave just the amount of effort a person must to appease a loved one and show a polite interest. He persisted though, and a couple of anniversaries later he even surprised me with my very own DSLR camera.

Over the years I’ve slowly fallen in love with photography. I started out taking pictures of our kids. Then I took pictures of our cats, the laundry, the kitchen sink. It’s no longer just “his thing.” It’s my thing, and it’s our thing!

With two little boys, a construction site is often the subject matter.

With two little boys, a construction site is often the subject matter.

This week in the car, I realized that not only has photography become a hobby for me and a business for us, it’s changed the way I see the world.

I have become so much more aware of the beauty around me. 

I more frequently enjoy the numerous and amazing shapes of the clouds as I drive, and I notice the cool composition of the toys scattered across the living room floor.

I’ve gotten to know our little town better as I wandered its streets and stopped to capture the details that inspire me.  As I drive past those spots in my daily routine, I remember stopping to enjoy them, and it makes me like it here just a little more.

I’ve never thought of myself as an artist, but it turns out that I am, and photography is my art. It’s something I create to express the beauty of life as I see it.