So I had this really unique idea a couple months ago and it went a little something like this: What if I created a blog so I can write things down about the photos I take? Well, here we are a couple months later and it still doesn't sound like a terrible idea so here goes nothing. So for my first post I wanted to give everyone a little background on who I am as a photographer. I figure why would you come back and read more of my gibberish if you don't know a bit about me right? So lets start from the beginning.
Caveat: I am not going to claim to be anything resembling a writer so be forewarned, but I will try to sprinkle in enough pretty pictures to at least make this thing bearable.
My earliest memory of wanting to be behind the camera comes from a family vacation to the Grand Canyon ca. 1995 (parents might need to help me out with the dates). I remember my dad letting my older brother Adam take the camera and snap off a couple frames of the family and I was so jealous. Adam got to do all the cool things (thought 10 year old Ian)! After that I decide to be the troop historian for the Boy Scout troop in Cincinnati, which consisted of taking a few shots on a disposable camera a few times a year and then never sharing them with anyone. Finally, as a sophomore in high school I took a photography class, got my first camera (Nikon FG) and took a bunch of photos that I had to share with people. I liked it so much that I took another photography class in high school, and probably would have taken a third if my teacher didn't up and move to California. Unfortunately all of those negatives are still in my mom's house (sorry mom) so we can't look at any photos I'd taken up to this point.
When I moved away to North Carolina to become a marine biologist (and goshdarnit I did become a marine biologist; aside: Yes, the George Costanza as a marine biologist episode is my favorite, I just eat it up) photography was still just a hobby. I was still shooting film but I had switched to color at this point. I will always remember going down to the beach to take photos of friends surfing, me standing on the pier in the wind, usually on one of the very rare crappy weather days but at least sometimes I got visitors.
I took a lot of photos in college, most of which revolved around trips traveling with the club Ultimate Frisbee team (STMLB) or on spring break. Spring break my sophomore year a group of us drove down to Florida to play in a beach tournament, but when we got down there the tournament was cancelled. So like any group of responsible young men with their friend's parent’s conversion van we made the most of it by promptly getting deported off and island for being upstanding citizens!
But not before I was able to snap these frames off.
Since this was in the era before iPhones, and maps are just for the elderly, we totally got lost one night in the middle of Florida. After driving for a while and deciding the back lot of an abandoned trailer park was a fantastic place to set up camp and go strait to bed (yep). The next morning is still one of my favorite morning shoots. I woke up before everyone else and wandered around for a bit, scoping out the alligators 10 feet from the tent, looking at birds, and just generally having a fantastic morning shooting the scenery.