I went on a family vacation to the Smoky Mountains when I was 14 years old. We stayed in a KOA Cabin and took daily hikes. I brought with me my mom’s compact film camera with rolls of color and black and white film.
I loved what I saw when we got the images developed and promptly framed them as you see above. The following year I took a photo class in my high school and remember coming home and comparing these photos to the rule of thirds, pleasantly happy that I found a good chunk that followed the rule.
I don’t have these hanging, but I do still have them. This experience and these images are what inspired my love for photography. They’re the first images I ever remember taking and so I’ll always cherish them.
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I had a little boxy camera, that you looked down at to take the picture. I can still remember the feel of the shutter when I pressed it. I have, somewhere, a little photo album of things I took pictures of back then when I was 10. I’ll have to go find it.
I really like your inaugural images! You definitely have an eye!