So the thing is, I spent the day looking for my old film cameras, to no avail. It wasn't that long ago, I don't think, that I was still using film. My first camera, I bought in second grade. It was a cute little Pokemon camera that I bought with my own money. It had looked like a toy, and I didn't count on it to take actual pictures. I don't know what ever happened to that camera. On my field trip in fifth grade to Washington DC, I still had a film camera.
By the 7th grade, my dad bought a Canon Powershot A540; the same one I've been using every day for my blog pictures. It's been by my side faithfully, and the signs of wear are apparent.
Film cameras were my childhood. My mother used to take beautiful pictures of her children with the SLR my dad and she saved up for, as poor college kids. The pictures captured moments and emotions that I would have forgotten otherwise. Looking through old photo albums in chronological order, photos in the family became progressively more rare. It happened when my dad bought my mom a new digital camera.
I want to pick those memories back up. I want to remember the little things. In the past few months of blogging, I've been reflecting on my reasons for blogging. One of the biggest ones is because I want to remember. I want to remember those little things that become forgotten memories as I get older. Things that seem insignificant.
I want something to look back on.
So I'm capturing these moments myself.