I’ve been asking myself lately what makes me truly happy? What gets me excited and makes me tick? Perhaps it’s that time of the year again, where everything starts to feel a bit dense, a bit monotonous, but that’s irrelevant really because the question still stands.
The answer is simple; photography. That’s what makes me happy. To pack a bag, to grab my camera and to go everywhere and nowhere in particular, to explore and observe.
I have a fascination with the way people live. With the way people move amongst each other on earth. Some with the dream of being noticed and others who are so blissfully content with simply being that it makes the wandering eye envious.
I want to spend my days capturing moments that come and go in a heartbeat. Moments that tells us stories of happiness and sadness, of lives we may never live, but can become intertwined with for a brief period in time.
Photography has an alluring power which draws me to the medium as a form of expression. It’s embedded in the ability to be able to capture, for instance, a moment of melancholy as it washes over a face while the owner is unaware of its audience, or the moment of pure elation when everything falls away and the subject forgets about the watching eyes because at that point in time nothing else matters. It’s embedded in the ability to attempt to capture the raw unequivocal sense of what it is to be human, to be fragile, to be beautifully vulnerable.
That’s the magic of photography and it’s not only captivating, but addictive.
I grew up looking through National geographic magazines. I remember being filled with excitement every month when the new issue arrived. I would grab the package, rip open the yellow paper bag and plonk down on the couch. Looking at every page, reading, being mesmerised by the articles and photography that lived between its covers. That’s where my love for photography started, right there, in front of the copious amounts of Nat Geo’s that my Dad had collected over many decades. It’s a love that has grown more and more restless of late, and one that I feel I aught to explore. What this mean for me? To be frank – It’s somewhat terrifying and overwhelming, a shift in perspective, but I’m working on a plan – and that’s a start!
Side Note: Fresh shots of Cape Town are en route.