We all have a reason and a purpose that drives our passion. The heart of photography for me didn't come fully alive until my first girl was born. I was so fascinated by every little phase that I didn't want to miss a thing. My Dad was (still is) an oilfield sales guy with a strong interest in photography. He pursued wedding photography as a means to put my siblings and I through private school during the ups and downs of the oil industry. He constantly documented our lives growing up. I had never known blurry or underexposed images until I found myself trying to capture the sweet milestones of my own little one, living too many miles from home and having no budget for regular professional photos.
“The best thing about a picture is that it never changes, even when the people in it do.” - Andy Warhol
I started with a "point and shoot" and the resulting good pictures were about as random as throwing dice. By the time Meah was three, I asked my Dad to teach me everything he knew about film and lighting. He loaned me a Pentax K1000 35mm SLR and a SunPak flash (the old potato smasher) and I fell in love. I took pictures of anything and everything I saw. To this day, I still enjoy the romance between me and that lens. The camera is my favorite traveling buddy and I love that I have so many pictures of my daughters, our travels, our friends and family at so many stages of life.
When it comes to my own images or images taken for someone else, the end result is always about connectivity. I find myself a quiet observer into the relationships between people and the things or people they love. To mirror that back, to freeze and frame that moment in time is an adventure for me. To connect one generation to the next through photographs brings long-term purpose to my passion. When I hold that camera, it rarely feels like work. I don't want to just see a picture, I want to feel it too.
If there were no bills to pay, photography is still what I would choose to do with the gifts God has granted. Life moves fast. It's hard to believe my girls are grown now. I love seeing the joy that comes over them when we go through old pictures. Life is so full of priceless and vaporous moments that are here today and gone tomorrow. In this digital age, I have learned that pictures in print really help the memories come alive.
Enough with all the words - I'd rather tell you why with some photographic history.
Cheers! - Michelle Lea