My Little Life

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Why Photography? June 5, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — Amy @ 11:00 pm

I wish I could remember the exact date I bought my present camera, because it could definitely be another birthday for me. It has brought a certain rebirth to me, and it has changed my life for the better.

I know it was in the first few days of September of last year. I had just gotten my first big check from my back disability payments. I paid off a loan from my parents, put a chunk in savings like a good girl, and decided I wanted a good camera with the bit I had leftover.

I could have gone anywhere to buy it, or I could have chosen one of the bazillion models online, but for some reason I was led to Target of all places.

I went up to the camera counter with a $300 budget (plus or minus a smidge). It didn’t take me long before I found it. I think it was $260. It was a Nikon, and I wanted it bad. It was perfect. The sales person took it out for me. . .and said it was sold out *cue disappointed sigh*. However, he said if it was ok with me, he would sell me the display model. Yay!

They looked all over the store for the box with all the cords, charger, instruction manual, and all of the rest of the accoutrements. . .and it was nowhere to be found *cue bigger disappointed sigh*. I had almost resigned myself to the fact that I was going to have to order it online. Those that know me know that when I want something, I want it YESTERDAY, so this was almost painful.  By this time almost every sales person within the electronics section was trying to help. Then the manager showed me the next best model up from the one I was looking at- A Nikon D-40 SLR. It was perfect and lovely . . . and around $450. I politely thanked the manager, and told her that it wasn’t in my budget. Then she asked me to wait a minute and see what she could do in the way of discounts. After she had done her magic, it was a few dollars LESS than the original one I wanted. Wow! I snatched it up before they knew they were selling me such an awesome camera for such a small price. I was destined to have that camera. I was sent to Target for a reason. I’m convinced of this.

But it doesn’t really start there folks. . .

The truth is, I’ve wanted to be a photographer since I was about 17 when I had my senior pictures done at Pioneer Studio in Tony, AL. It was such a fun experience, even though I hate being on the receiving end of a camera. I was just so interested in the process.

Not too long after that, my late grandfather asked me what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. I told him I was thinking about going into photography. He pretty much said “How ‘bout no. . . go study computers.” Having grown up in the depression era with next to nothing, he was definitely one who could appreciate a steady job and financial security. I put photography as a career out of my mind. I went on to Snead with the intention of studying to be a pharmacy tech; just something reliable until I found out what I wanted to do with life. Making an 18 year old decide what they want to do for the rest of their life is cruel and unusual. Sorry Paw, but when it comes to jobs, steady and reliable about 80% of the time is a giant soul suck. But I digress.

Another memory is stirring as I write this. I remember getting my first camera. It was a gift from my dad upon graduating kindergarten. I opened it, he loaded the film, and I went outside. Within 15 minutes, I had taken up a whole roll of film of pictures of Mom’s flowers, our Beagle, Dixie, and our Irish Setter, Max. Hmmm. . .basically the same stuff I take photos of now. Daddy, you created a monster.

So that little kid turned into a broke-ass teenager, and that broke-ass teenager turned into a broke-ass college student, and that broke ass college student turned into a nine to five cubicle monkey. Then Fibromyalgia happened. I lost my job due to the absences. I very happily moved back home to decide what was next. Losing my job was the best thing that ever happened to me. I want to thank the incubus and succubus that are responsible for that, because I wouldn’t be the person I am today if I was still working for them. So this blog, though you will never read it, is dedicated to you, les miserables (the miserable ones), who have no soul or conscience what so ever.

Anyway, enough of that.

So, why photography? Because other than my family and friends, and the little things like cooking and The Black Crowes, it’s what I wake up for every morning now.

Viva la vie boheme!