no.45 130614 Thank you for my dad, the family photographer

 With a big band-aid covering my (almost) entire forehead!

My dad likes taking photos. I can recall many memories of my childhood because of all the photos my dad took. According to my mom, when I was little I didn't like the fact that my dad always took photos of me. What's funny is yet I still posed for him. I asked my mom about an old photo of myself (from post no.40) if I'm the one who posed for the picture, or if it was at my dad's request. She told me it was my idea. I guess I secretly liked being a model.

Whether I didn't like being photographed or not, I'm happy and thankful that my dad took all those photos. I know it will be totally different if my dad disliked photography. For instance, I wouldn't be able to recollect my childhood memories. Well, in some pictures, I was too young to remember what I did or where I was. But I like to look at the photos with my parents and ask them where we went, and what we did in the pictures. Yes, I can listen to the stories my parents tell me and visualize. However, it is definitely different if I have a picture in my hand as I listen to my parents.

I'm not sure since when, but my dad stopped carrying his camera around when we go out. I assume it was since the day I got my first digital camera. Because of this reason, I became the family photographer. Just like my dad, I enjoy taking photos, and I ask my family to pose in certain way too. I guess what's different about me and my dad is what we do with our photos. He used analog cameras with film so his pictures must be printed. Otherwise, there's no point in taking the photos. On the other hand, I use a digital camera and it is not necessary to print the photos. I can easily check the folders on my computer. On a special occasion, I do print out the pictures, but nine out of ten times I would view them on my computer. It's definitely a different feeling when you're holding a nostalgic photo in front of you versus looking at a photo on your computer.

I have my own camera. Actually, there is dust piling up on my camera inside my closet because I haven't taken it out since last year... I'm sorry camera! Especially since I got a smart phone, I don't bother taking out my camera because it's really big and heavy, it doesn't fit in my purse, so I have to bring a large purse, and it makes my bag heavy, etc, etc. Anyways, my point is that sometimes I miss seeing my dad with his camera!