I have always been the person who has a camera with them, even before digital. I asked for a camera on my 10th birthday and received it and then promptly used up all the film at my own birthday party. My Grandfather gave me a beautiful 35mm Nikon when I graduated high school, that I still own. I took it to FL and shot eight rolls of film while on a 6 day boat trip in the gulf coast. They were some of the best photos I’ve ever taken. I still have in my possession every camera I’ve ever owned. I know how to develop real film in a dark room. I know how to poke a hole in a shoe box and take photos with it.
An odd thing happened to my camera at the end of July. While uploading a batch of photos to my computer a mysterious new folder appeared on my camera and it contained the batch of photos I just finished shooting shot. Later I couldn’t find them on my computer. I spent an exasperating 10 minutes looking for where I saved them before I found them. Why? I’ve taken so many photos I ran out of digits. That means since I bought this camera in November 2004, I have taken over 10,000 photos. That’s roughly 15 pictures per day, every day, 105 pictures a week. Dan has always joked that I watch the world through my lens but today, I admit I think I have a serious problem. Does that mean I’m going to stop? Heck no! It means I’ve justified saving up for a better camera.
What do I possibly shoot? Everything.
Photo #9999 was a shot of Ella’s new Toothbrush holder