I got into photography by accident in 2010. And I’m glad it happened. I feel it saved my life.
After I picked up a camera I became obsessed. I’m someone who likes learning new things. But most importantly, I’m someone who enjoys creating for the hell of it. It’s all I’m good at.
Photography pulled me out of a really bad depression.
That’s a story for another time. But the point I wanted to make in this post is that photography deep down still keeps me out of depression.
It numbs me in a good way. It forces me to think about moments. I feel things much deeper when I’m in the moment and taking a picture. And ultimately, that’s why I take pictures. It’s because in the moment, I’m feeling something and I want to document it and keep it to remember.
About 90% of the time, the photos I take are because I want to remember good things. For me, it’s this ongoing reminder of what to live for.
So when I find myself not taking as many pictures, I know something is wrong.
This has been something I’ve never really talked about publicly. This is also something that I feel people who are close to me also don’t understand.
I haven’t been picking up the camera lately.
However, I have noticed that when I’m out and about, the times where I do pick up the camera and take pictures is when I’m with my best friend and typically at his place of business, Ventura SATX. And this makes a whole lot of sense since it’s mygetawayy when I’m in San Antonio. Mikey is my best friend and even in my dark times, I still find light to photograph and want to remember. And his girl, Dani, is pretty awesome as well.