bgmonroe
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So I'm a little curious about what motivates many of the readers of this forum as to what they "get" out of photography. Sure there are the pros out there in the literal sense (maken money to make ends meet) but what about the rest of you? I mean, I get the whole hobby thing but what is it about the hobby that makes you do it...to plunk down a not-insignificant-amount-of-cash to take pictures. Is it spiritual or to fulfill a creative itch that can be scratched no other way? Or more banal...you are a gear collector (come on, you know who you are) but have little creativity (or desire to create) of your own (and there's nothing wrong with this BTW; if that's your thing, then more power to you). Or is it something else entirely? I'd love to hear your story.
For me, both my grand father and my dad were amateur photographers. My dad was actually good friends with Galen Rowell when they were in high school and in their early 20s. They drifted apart sometime in their mid to late 20s but my dad followed Galen's career off and on as he got older. I think he envied or perhaps admired the success Galen had achieved. My dad's profession was that of a technocrat (Urban Planer) for a big chunk of his life so it offered little outlet for his creativity. He always had a couple nice cameras (a Hasselblad of some sort and one point and Leica Ms and Rs). Looking back, I think he bought these thinking the better gear would make him a better photographer....though by this late 30s to retirement he rarely used them....mostly documenting the domesticity of his life and his family. For me growing up, the camera was something that was usually around but not well understood. It wasn't until after I graduated from college at the end of the 90s that my dad gave me my first SLR, my grand father's Leicaflex SL and 3 primes for it (a 35/2.8, 50/2, and 135/2.8). It was all manual except for the light meter. It was a great way to learn with but for someone starting their career, an expensive hobby (buying film was a bit of a luxury and in the age of auto-focus, a camera almost as old as I was was...frustrating to say the least). Anyway it wasn't until I got my first DSLR (a Canon 350D) that I really started to take the hobby more seriously. From a observer/viewer I had seen some amazing things done with light and film and wanted learn how to emulate it and then make it my own (namely, Sally Mann, whom I think is one of the greatest photographers in my lifetime). After my dad retied, he decided to get back into photography with a gusto so bought a ton of gear. Sadly, his health declined and dementia set in not long after. My wife and I took care of him over the last couple of years of his life. Now, I use most of his gear (Nikon and Leica) that he bought for his retirement and hope I can continuously improve my technique and reach inside myself to try to figure out what kind of images I want to make that I will find meaningful. I find that as much as I want my images to be appreciated by others, I really want to make them for me....Or for my dad, but that isn't really an option any more.
Thanks
--Brett
For me, both my grand father and my dad were amateur photographers. My dad was actually good friends with Galen Rowell when they were in high school and in their early 20s. They drifted apart sometime in their mid to late 20s but my dad followed Galen's career off and on as he got older. I think he envied or perhaps admired the success Galen had achieved. My dad's profession was that of a technocrat (Urban Planer) for a big chunk of his life so it offered little outlet for his creativity. He always had a couple nice cameras (a Hasselblad of some sort and one point and Leica Ms and Rs). Looking back, I think he bought these thinking the better gear would make him a better photographer....though by this late 30s to retirement he rarely used them....mostly documenting the domesticity of his life and his family. For me growing up, the camera was something that was usually around but not well understood. It wasn't until after I graduated from college at the end of the 90s that my dad gave me my first SLR, my grand father's Leicaflex SL and 3 primes for it (a 35/2.8, 50/2, and 135/2.8). It was all manual except for the light meter. It was a great way to learn with but for someone starting their career, an expensive hobby (buying film was a bit of a luxury and in the age of auto-focus, a camera almost as old as I was was...frustrating to say the least). Anyway it wasn't until I got my first DSLR (a Canon 350D) that I really started to take the hobby more seriously. From a observer/viewer I had seen some amazing things done with light and film and wanted learn how to emulate it and then make it my own (namely, Sally Mann, whom I think is one of the greatest photographers in my lifetime). After my dad retied, he decided to get back into photography with a gusto so bought a ton of gear. Sadly, his health declined and dementia set in not long after. My wife and I took care of him over the last couple of years of his life. Now, I use most of his gear (Nikon and Leica) that he bought for his retirement and hope I can continuously improve my technique and reach inside myself to try to figure out what kind of images I want to make that I will find meaningful. I find that as much as I want my images to be appreciated by others, I really want to make them for me....Or for my dad, but that isn't really an option any more.
Thanks
--Brett

