Yes, when I was that small (big), photo camera was already fascinating me, and it had some continuation for sure. As a grown up, I do understand why. My father enjoyed photography as his hobby at those times when it was a bit more complex than now (imaging, there was photography before digital cameras and cell phones!). And well, I’m my father’s daughter, good or bad. I remember those magical moments lighted by red lamp, in the bathroom, when you could see picture emerging on the surface of paper thrown to the tray with chemicals. This is something what comes to you as your gene. I should say that my relations with photography never came to the point of art or true professionalism. Let’s say, those relations are not to make money of. Just genetically adopted hobby to follow and enjoy. But I’m a lucky one who has million of moments to capture, and camera became part of me naturally. Without camera, I feel like new generation may feel without cellphone. Disconnected.
This is me, myself, and I. Travelling the globe and capturing moments to remember. Sometimes the beauty of the world is tremendous. Sometimes it is just a memento which is created by nature to exist for a bit, and you feel you are the one to notice and appreciate.
Believe it or not, but I’m still in possession of that camera from my child photo. It is not in use any more, just cherished heirloom and appreciated part of the collection absorbed from flea markets around the globe. But there is huge difference between my family treasure and those old cameras I bought on flea markets: I know who was posing in front of this camera. My family albums hold the pictures captured, and this is something incredible.
Yet, I love those cameras in my collection which keep their secrets. I will never know who was posing in front of them, I will never know how these people looked like, how they were dressed, and what was their destiny. Just cameras which will be keeping their secrets forever, but this is also beauty of life – so much to imagine without knowing.
We live in the era of instagram, cell phones, and AI. Appreciated. But stop for a moment and focus. You may capture something incredible. If there is term “slow food” as an antipode for “fast food”, there may be term “slow life” as an antipode for reels, and all those fast blinking in front of our eyes pictures. Sometimes old fashion is a new fashion.
