Like I said in my last post this is a series where I got through my catalog of photos to reflect on my progression as a photographer. To show you how every photographer starts out taking terrible pictures, and to reflect on how my style evolved into what it is today.
I’m including this image because it’s the only picture I kept from my first trip to Newfoundland with my camera. I remember my brother telling me that I couldn’t wake up early enough to photograph the sunrise and I was determined to prove him wrong.
Like I’ve mentioned previously I’m a skateboarder and I remember this was a skate jam put together by Pro Skateboards for go skate day 2014. If you look closely you can see he’s balancing on one wheel.
This is one of the early street photographs that I took. It was cropped a lot which I try to stay away from, but I still hold onto this image because it was]the first one that turned out good. This is most likely the first image that I made with the intention to convert to black and white.
I remember having a conversation with my brother’s wife who’s also a photographer about a portfolio to send to da Vinci college, and she said this was one of the most professional images that I took. I was in in high school at the time. taking photos of flowers is a forgotten genre for me. I don’t know why but I really have no desire to take photos of flowers anymore, my work happened to drift in a different direction.
This was a random even I encountered one day walking along the Halifax waterfront. I remember being amazed at the skill of these dancers, most of whom I saw at school. That was a a great day because I not only got an amazing photo opportunity, which I can’t believe I haven’t posted on this blog yet, but I also I ran into some friends during the event and afterwards we went to watch guardians of the galaxy. Awesome day.
That’s all for today. I hope you enjoy reading about my progression as a photographer, I’m certainly enjoying reflecting and looking back at what I made before. It’s interesting because I have such a small memory of these days, but the impression is still there, it comes alive again when I see what I chose to photograph that day.