My first photo ever...

When I enrolled in photo school it wasn't because I had spent my entire life loving the camera, I didn't even own a camera of my own. I enjoyed looking at pictures. I am nostalgic and anything from the past gets me excited, (even if it was yesterday) but I never dreamed of being a photographer. I enrolled in photo school because I knew I was an artist, I had a deep appreciation for the world around me and I needed a way to express myself. I had the urge to do something creative. I made collages and attempted to draw, but nothing satisfied that urge until I picked up a camera. So on a whim I enrolled myself in art school and a photographer I became.
One of the qualities I have grown to really appreciate and love about photography is the ability it has to take you soaring through the past, triggering old feelings and thoughts. When I look at this image I can still feel the excitement I felt as I clicked the shutter. I can see myself slowly moving around studying every little detail of this bus. I only had 36 frames and I wanted each one to be spectacular. I can feel the fear I had when I stepped into the dark closet we used to roll our film onto reels, I was concentrating so hard my hands were shaking. I can smell the scent fixer as I stepped into the red light of the darkroom. I watched the hands of the timer slowly spinning around while I impatiently waited to see my masterpiece come to life in a tray of developer.
It still amazes me that so many emotions and memories can be conjured up by simply looking a picture. I am proud of the life I have chosen for myself!