i went on vacation without a camera. that is crazy for anyone and absolutely crazy for me. i am that girl who has thousands of photos. photos on my computer, boxes and boxes of prints, stacks of polaroids, miles of 35mm negatives and pounds cd’s full of images all there to inspire me, remind me, and to tell a story. i adore photography. i scrapbook and i love it. i minored in photo in college and nearly lived in the darkroom. this laps in sanity was most defiantly a distress signal meant to snap me out of a funk. what the heck happened? how did i get on a plane for a wedding in carmel, california without a single camera? how have i abandoned my hobby? i blame my smartphone. on the up side, thank goodness for iPhone cameras in a time of crisis, however the convenience of my smartphone means that i have neglected my lovely cameras and in turn, abandoned one of my favorite creative outlets. together, we must break cycle of iPhone photos and our addiction to instagram filters, it is time to reintroduce the richness of film and the vibrancy of high-quality images into our lives.
the trip was wonderful and the wedding… beautiful. the intimate affair was the perfect setting to spend time with old family friends laughing hysterically over ‘remember when…’ stories while sipping champagne and dancing the night away. it was an ideal weekend with no meetings, agenda or to-do’s, oh how i wish that vacations were never ending. the sights of big sur and the quaintness of carmel made me want to never go back to the daily grind and for the first time in what seems like years, i was able to enjoy a sunset on the beach. pure heaven. until next time, i have the images on my iPhone to smile about and a pile of memories to add to the tales of ‘remember when…’