I am a photography junkie. I absolutely love looking at photos others have taken, as well as take my own. From my late grandfather's own dark room he'd develop his photos from in his basement to Photography art shows in Spain... Photography has always been something that fascinates me. Behind every photo there is always a story that the viewer can only try to imagine. Maybe that's one of the things so captivating about photography to me. How every single frame, every photo can have a story and personal meaning to the photographer.
So many beautiful moments go on unnoticed and simply passed by because they are not seen. It's up to the beholder to find that hidden beauty, capture the moment truly SEE the amazing simplicity Heavenly Father's creations have. It's all around. Taking the time to notice and see it is the hard part. It takes a trained eye to notice the little things that can make an amazing photograph. I hope someday to have that trained eye so I can find the beauty in the unnoticed more often.
I have an obsession with photographing flowers.
I took this photo at my Grandfather's funeral. These are my Grandmother's hands. This was shortly after the last shot was fired. Being at this funeral was a new and different experience for me because it was the first funeral I had ever been to. I remember feeling uncomfortable being around crying people and feeling sad myself, so I distracted myself by taking photos throughout. So even in the sadness I found something beautiful. This photo. And I hope to someday be as an amazing a photographer as my Grandpa Veryl.
I took this in San Francisco on a wandering walk with my family in one of its beautiful neighborhoods. It was about 10 in the morning and a resident had just watered their flowers. I actually walked past the flowers before stopping in my tracks, turning around and kneeling down on the cobblestone to get a good shot. My family kept walking and turned a corner without me, I ended up getting lost for a short while. Worth the photo.
This Photo was taken in on of the gardens of Hampton Court Palace, London. Hampton Court Palace's gardens are incredible. There is this huge rose garden that is only in bloom a few certain weeks per year. We were lucky to be there when the roses were in full bloom. You can see the palace in the background.
This photo was taken in my own yard, believe it or not. My Dad takes great care of our yard and it always looks fantastic. On this certain day I remember that I'd had an awful day at school for whatever reason. I was sitting in my room trying to think of something to cheer myself up. I saw my camera sitting there and grabbed it to go take photos in the yard. Cheered me up almost immediately. The lighting was perfect. Turned my day around.
I took this photo at my Grandfather's funeral. These are my Grandmother's hands. This was shortly after the last shot was fired. Being at this funeral was a new and different experience for me because it was the first funeral I had ever been to. I remember feeling uncomfortable being around crying people and feeling sad myself, so I distracted myself by taking photos throughout. So even in the sadness I found something beautiful. This photo. And I hope to someday be as an amazing a photographer as my Grandpa Veryl.
I love the stories behind photos. I love trying to find the beautiful around me. what can I say... I love photography! and like I said earlier....
Photography: it's all about finding the beauty.
Hope you have a lovely day.
loves!
-brookie
