“Why do you take pictures?” It’s a loaded question that I get asked all the time and there’s definitely more than one answer. My first Fuji-film black camera was given to me by my father as a gift on my 17th birthday. This gift exhilarates me and prompt me to say my father that “I love him”. ^_^ This was a best gift ever because although the camera itself is dusky in appearance but it captures bright. I dangled it from my wrist like a tiny box that held all of my prized possessions and secrets. That’s what a camera was for me – a diary of sorts that captured everything from my bare feet in the grass to my sister’s favorite toy sitting on her bed to my mother’s briefcase in its usual spot in the dining room. I took pictures because I loved it and at the time it was that simple. Now, my dexterity of photography is amazing.
Actually my father was a very effervescent professional photographer and he captured many pictures of my family since our childhood. Still we enjoy whenever we see those pictures. I have more than thousand of my pictures from my childhood to up-till now. We spend our leisure time by watching old videos or pictures. It is conspicuous after seeing my old pictures that I changed too much and become enough slender because once I was bulky baby 😛 The reason of my craze about photography is that they capture the moment which is impossible to reproduce again.
This eulogy is for my father who gifted me that small beautiful camera 🙂