If you were to kind enough to sit for me while I took your portrait, you'd have to be pretty patient. Just ask my accommodating father, who, bless his heart, let out nary a groan while I fiddled endlessly with my camera settings, fussed about the available light and hmmmed and hawed over the composition. How could I best reflect in an image my respect for this man I so look up to? How could a photograph tell a story about who he is and what he does? I still have to think these things through. They don't quite yet come automatically to me.
As one who prefers to photograph rather than be photographed, I understand completely how vulnerable it can feel to be staring down a camera lens. It means the world to me when a loved one allows me the privilege of capturing them with my Nikon.
Paige, my sister-in law
I really need the practice for one thing. The best way for me to learn what works and doesn't work is by doing. I can only get so far by studying books and tutorials.
Janie, my niece
Also, I have this dream of one day filling a wall in my home with white matted frames containing portraits of all my friends and family. Oh, that would make me happy and thankful to look at every day!
It would be for me a wall of comfort, encouragement and inspiration. A gallery of blessings.
Oh yes, I'd remember while looking at the faces of those who have been so merciful and selfless in their support of me, Love is what matters.
Do you have a reflection on portraits to share? Please link to your site in the comment section below! Next week's "The Way I See It" theme will be: warmth.