Ten years ago, on a crisp mid-autumn morning, my dad and I went to Virginia Kendall Park in Cuyahoga Valley to photograph the sunrise. It was the first time I held an SLR camera. I was overwhelmed by the apparent complexity of it, but stood still and listened intently as he described the relationship between film speed, f/stop and shutter speed. Poised behind the tripod, my warm breath shocked into the cold air...I was so proud of that first CLICK, snap and spin of the advancing film.
Ten years later...my dad and I ventured out once more. This time, we explored the streets, alleys and architecture of downtown Cleveland. This time, the camera wasn't daunting at all, but rather an extension of me. Our photography journey this weekend was an emotional exploration of neighborhoods I haven't visited in over ten years, and nebulous memories of neighborhoods that only exist in a distant corner of my mind.
Ten years later...my dad and I ventured out once more. This time, we explored the streets, alleys and architecture of downtown Cleveland. This time, the camera wasn't daunting at all, but rather an extension of me. Our photography journey this weekend was an emotional exploration of neighborhoods I haven't visited in over ten years, and nebulous memories of neighborhoods that only exist in a distant corner of my mind.
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Amy...What can I say???...Wonderful journalistic thoughts about a wonderful memory! Thank you for your time with me.
(08.27.09 @ 10:27 PM)Dad
Beautiful Amy!! I love all the details.
(01.21.10 @ 09:26 AM)