Passion…

In relation to my photography, two days stand out to me, the one day when my passion was ignited, the other, the day I realized my “why”.

The day my passion was first ignited I was leaving Prospect Park in Brooklyn with my three children (no, not on the ritzy end!) and we stopped to look at a bed of red tulips that beckoned us. I adore tulips and they were a novelty to me as they did not grow readily in the climate of my childhood. I immediately noticed a tulip that was not only red- it was also half yellow. I had never seen such a thing! My older two children begged me to take a picture. I said no at first because, well, I didn’t want to look like a tourist. ~smile~ But, they were insistent and I finally relented.  That photograph, though not perfect nor even composed well, found its way into a frame rather quickly and today hangs in my kitchen. It was at that point that the mundane ritual of recording our family’s daily events took a turn towards the passionate. I now recognize it as a defining moment. More recent examples of my fine art photography can be found here.

half red half yellow tulip

Just weeks before our fourth child was born I was the happy recipient of a Kodak point-and-shoot digital camera. I’m not sure who was happier- me or my husband. I was excited about being able to see photos almost instantaneously rather than waiting a week to have them developed. My husband? I think he was the happiest that the film developing costs came to a screeching halt! I moved up to a DSLR several years ago and still get excited anytime it’s in my hand.

The second moment, my “why” as it relates to portrait photography was when the opportunity to have extended family photos taken with my ailing mother-in-law whom I loved dearly and who was in her second fight with cancer, presented itself.  I was looking forward to having photos of my family with my in-laws for remembrance sake as my in-laws have always been precious people to me. The day came for photos and the extended family showed up. It became clear that the photographer who had been selected was a novice. We were in a church sanctuary with little natural light which can be a very difficult environment for a novice. Sadly, this proved to be the case with our anticipated family photos, the last ones we’d have an opportunity to take due to my Mother-in-Law’s illness. Every photo came back far too bright, unfocused, or with blur from movement. Not a single one was suitable for display, or even just looking at- they were so poorly crafted. I still have them- stuffed in an envelope somewhere. That memory still stings and it is what drives me to constantly work to improve my craft because my clients deserve for their precious memories to be of excellent quality.

For me, photography is a way of connecting- to others, to life, to a moment in time. It is my passion, but it is also my quest. I take the job of being a photographer seriously.

The joy, my joy,  is in the journey.

I look forward to helping you record your unique family memories. :)

~Pamela~