My First Photo
Posted: Wed 12 Sep 2012, 10:18
To be correct, it is the first photo which I can remember taking, but I thought that it would be an appropriate anecdote for my first entry on this forum.
My interest in photography began when I was about 5 or 6 and used to "help" my dad print photos in his darkroom. I was fascinated by seeing the magic of a picture slowly appearing in the developing tray. Somehow, a picture gradually emerging from an inkjet printer is not quite the same thing, even if the sense of anticipation still remains.
When I realised that I could take pictures myself, I asked for a camera for my eighth birthday and received a Baby Brownie, which took eight pictures on a roll of 127 film. I exposed my first film that day and whilst I cannot recall what the first seven shots were, the last is still a vivid memory.
I decided that I would save my last exposure for when my dad arrived home from work in his car that evening and would take a picture of it side on, with him sitting looking out of the driver's window. When "we" developed and printed the film, it turned out exactly as I had imagined it. Not the world's most exciting picture, maybe, but it meant something to me at the time and still does.
In more recent years as I have become more proficient in my photography, I realised that I had discovered for myself something which Ansel Adams had long been advocating. It would be many years before I relearnt it, or find out about Ansel Adams for that matter. Previsualisation of an image before pressing the shutter release.
My interest in photography began when I was about 5 or 6 and used to "help" my dad print photos in his darkroom. I was fascinated by seeing the magic of a picture slowly appearing in the developing tray. Somehow, a picture gradually emerging from an inkjet printer is not quite the same thing, even if the sense of anticipation still remains.
When I realised that I could take pictures myself, I asked for a camera for my eighth birthday and received a Baby Brownie, which took eight pictures on a roll of 127 film. I exposed my first film that day and whilst I cannot recall what the first seven shots were, the last is still a vivid memory.
I decided that I would save my last exposure for when my dad arrived home from work in his car that evening and would take a picture of it side on, with him sitting looking out of the driver's window. When "we" developed and printed the film, it turned out exactly as I had imagined it. Not the world's most exciting picture, maybe, but it meant something to me at the time and still does.
In more recent years as I have become more proficient in my photography, I realised that I had discovered for myself something which Ansel Adams had long been advocating. It would be many years before I relearnt it, or find out about Ansel Adams for that matter. Previsualisation of an image before pressing the shutter release.