08/20/2026
A day late for World Photography Day, but I ended up thinking about this a little more than I expected to.
I started going through old photos trying to figure out what I wanted to share, and I realized I wasn’t choosing the technically best ones.
Not even close.
Some of these photos wouldn’t survive five minutes in a photography critique group.
I wouldn’t trade them for anything.
I’ve been taking pictures for probably 30 years, and long before I knew anything about lighting, composition, lenses, posing, wardrobe, or any of the technical things I know now, I picked up a camera because I wanted to remember something.
A person. A pet. A place. A season of life I didn’t yet realize I was going to miss.
And all these years later, even after becoming a photographer and learning how to make an image beautiful, I realized that part of me hasn’t really changed.
I’m still looking for the same thing.
That little moment that makes me think, “Oh, I’d want to remember that.”
The way someone holds their child. The way siblings lean into each other. The look between two people. The things happening in between the pictures we thought we were there to take.
Of course I care about good light, composition, flattering angles, and all the technical pieces. Those things matter.
But they aren’t the reason I fell in love with photography.
A photograph doesn’t have to contain the whole memory. Sometimes it just gives you the doorway back into it.
Back to the person. The place. The feeling. The version of your life that doesn’t exist anymore.
And I think that will always be my favorite thing about photography.
So take the picture.
Even if the light isn’t perfect.
Even if the house is messy.
Even if nobody is dressed the way you’d planned.
Even if it’s just your phone.
Then go live the life you’ll eventually wish you had pictures of.
Happy belated World Photography Day. 📷🤍