Dear Photography...

Dear Photography,

Remember when I forgot about you the summer between 11th and 12th grade? I left you in the art room. The art teacher had to take you home and watch over you all summer while silently seething with frustration over your neglect. I didn't think about you at all that summer. Well maybe for two weeks at art camp but we were still new to each other and I was a teenager for crying out loud. I liked boys and soccer and I had a car and a job. I wasn't commited yet. I hadn't truly invested. I couldn't see how you would fit into my life...become my life. I just wanted to have fun and you just weren't part of my plans.

 

Dear Photography,

Remember how we discovered we liked Chemistry? I know right? I almost failed Chemistry and high school yet there I was wearing an apron, rubber gloves and an industrial respirator mixing up custom developer like a pro. I was damn good too. Such attention to detail. The right amounts of powders, the right temperature of liquids. I made that film sing with detail I couldn't see when I took the photo. I surprised myself that year. I kinda miss that stuffy old darkroom. 

 

Dear Photography,

Remember when we thought we were too good for weddings? Hahahahaha. Everyone kept saying "You should shoot weddings!" And we'd scoff "Hmf, weddings. As if" Sometimes people see in you things you don't even see in yourself. Sometimes you get so caught up in your pride that you don't open yourself up to your true talents. I liked weddings so much I reworked my entire business and rebranded. Who knew?

 

Dear Photography,

Sometimes I don't like you at all. Sometimes I wish I was anything but a photographer. I sometimes fantasize about other peoples jobs or scan job listings online wondering if I would be happier doing something else. Maybe I could be a HVAC technician or a Home Inspector. Maybe I could teach photography instead of doing it. What if I just got a job restocking shelves or in a small office where no could bother me much.  But then I think, initially that would be fun, something new, something different, but I think I’d miss the autonomy I have and way my job introduces me to new people all the time.  

 

Dear Photography,

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to live without you. What if I became the architect my 8 year old self thought I would be or the writer my 11th grade English teacher thought I could be? How would my life be different? Would it vary that much at all? Would I have always chosen a creative career where I worked independently? Probably. But I found you. 

 

Dear Photography,

Whatever happens, you are the longest relationship I've ever had. You've been with me for most of my life. You are in everything I've ever done. We are connected in ways I can't even comprehend and I don't think I'd ever be able to let you go completely. I didn't know we'd be together this long. I had no idea the impact you'd have on my life, it's direction or my purpose. I guess we're stuck with one another for better or worse. I don't remember taking vows but I guess at some point I promised my life to you. We've been together 30 years so why not try for 30 more. 

 

Yours Forever,

Kyle