I took my first photo on November 4th, 2008, the day I received my first cell phone. The simple phone, made by Sony Ericsson, had a revolutionary camera for its time, with an astounding 3.2 megapixels, flash, and a little circular mirror on the back for taking selfies. All of the photos I took were grainy and blurry, but I didn’t care- I could capture the world around me and carry those images in my pocket with me wherever I went.
I took pictures all day- indoors, outdoors on walks during the day and night, during meals, of pets and friends and family, and of myself. I wanted to document every aspect of my life, and not until recently have I begun to appreciate the sentimental value of such photographs.
Photography is an art, but sometimes you cannot put a label on a simple image which evokes feelings of nostalgia, love, and happy memories of the past.
The first photo I ever took, a portrait of my grandma