Show me what’s on your smartphone camera roll and I’ll tell you who you are and what you are all about, what you like, what you love, what you admire, what you appreciate, what you deem important, what you find funny, your colors, your music, your food, your clothing, your grooming habits, all the things.
What is on the inside of us all, the stuff we attach emotional value to, day in and day out, intentionally or casually, always finds its way out, through our photographs?
It’s an inescapable and inevitable truism. What makes us tick is one and the same as what makes us click.
The hand and heart locked in love.
And it doesn’t much matter if you are a snap-shooting consumer or an accomplished pro, it’s the same.
What we seem to hold near and dear, on the innermost, eventually, somehow, someway, finds its way to the outermost. Click.
As I look and stare at my own camera roll, I can’t help but be moved, often overwhelmed, by recollections of what I felt on the inside as I captured the same.
“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.” Unknown
I so desire and covet more moments to take my breath away. I want to feel alive, sparkling, bright, full of life. Bring it. And bring it like a tidal wave, full-force.
I want my simple camera roll to reflect all I am and everything I’m about. Click
If I was mute, you would still know who I am through my photographs.
So lean into life with all you’ve got. Click away. Show us who you are.
I’m not here referring to the craft of photography but its glorious content-what we point our cameras at, the subjects, scenes, and scenarios that define and describe each of us.
Show me yours and I’ll show you mine ?
Jack
