My camera is gathering dust… and the bad part is I haven’t even missed her.
The only art I’ve made lately is the art of the snapshot.
And I think that’s okay?
Ever since I first picked up a camera…roughly 17 years ago… I’ve snapped photos of the mundane moments of my life.
Mundane in the grand scheme of the world… but meaningful to me.
I snap the things that make me happy. I snap the moments when I feel at peace. I snap the things I don’t want to forget (because I have a terrible memory).
A lot of my snaps are my cats… or food… or my legs and feet.
And I often wonder if this counts as photography. It’s a photo. I took it. It means something to me.
But these photos certainly aren’t going to win me any awards. They won’t get me in a gallery or a magazine. They won’t even mean anything to anyone but me.
But at the end of the day what is photography really except a snapshot of a moment of time that meant something to someone?
So yeah. I think this counts.
It might just be my ice-cream. But it counts.
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YES! This has to count because the reasons you give are why I take photos of the everyday, mundane things of life. My adult children and some friends can’t understand, but the photos are for me to enjoy. Thank you,
My camera roll is literally just filled with pics of our cats! They most definitely count! x