Hi,
I've been mulling this question over ever since I saw it posted the other day, trying to come up with my answer. I've read what everyone else has written and can identify with lots of what's already been said, so no need to repeat.
I realize that I need to make a distinction between film photography and digital, which has really changed the way I deal with the camera.
I've always loved looking at old pictures (even when I don't know the people in them). At my grandma's house there was always a big box filled with pictures of my mom and her brother & friends which I loved looking at; over the years taking pictures has been more of a documentary thing -- to record moments, events, places visited, etc.
When I lived in Costa Rica and did folklore research, I would take pictures of processes -- the guy in town who made brooms, the women who made tortillas or tamales, the saddlemaker, religious processions, fiestas, etc.
When I lived in Los Angeles, I was involved in some wonderful photo projects via the public library which invited people in various ethnic neighborhoods to bring in their shoeboxes of photos to be copied and made part of the historical photo archive in the library. (Also a book was produced from it called Shades of LA). Later I worked on a wonderful archiving project at, of all things, a local rock products/ concrete company. They had file cabinets filled with beautiful old photos, some from the 1920s, 30s, 40s, and 50s which I helped organize and put into a database. My own picture taking activities were more places we'd visited, (with some of flowers or sunsets etc., and I've dozens of albums stashed from over the years.
But I never really felt the freedom which I feel now because of the idea that I was "wasting film" on "nonsense" -- like I never would have thought of taking 7 pictures of a fly on a chair (which I did yesterday) if I had to pay for film and developing. And why would I want to have pictures of a fly in the first place?
Now, as others have said, I, too, look around at colors and patterns and the little details of things around me, the way the light strikes or reflects, and I guess it's sort of loosened up my imagination and has made me not so "cheap" i.e., I don't have to worry about wasting film. Now though, there's a new twist -- I don't have the documented moments that might one day be "old photos" -- they're all in this dumb electronic box that could vaporize in a flash, taking all the images with it. Yes, I have them on disks, but only did a back up last time in April. So unless I select some of the images and take them to the photo shop and get them printed out, I'll not have anything to look at. And THAT costs money, too. My own printing hasn't been all that successful -- uses a ton of ink, sometimes the paper feeds in crooked, or myriad other mistakes.
Not sure if all this really answers the question about how photography influences my life, but I do know it's always been part of it, ever since my Dad bought me my first Brownie Hawkeye!!
Like Steve, I've always considered myself much more a verbal person and have enjoyed writing. I find it ironic now, that two years ago, when I published my book about living in Costa Rica, that I actually named it: "Guanacaste Snapshots" -- and put four "old" pictures on the cover! And that was before I ever got involved in digital photography or "met" this wonderful group of people in this forum.
Wow, too long of an answer, but thanks for bearing with me.
Best,
Susan
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