I don’t know who said it or exactly in what context it was said but I’ve heard the best place to start is always at the beginning. So, as I begin to embrace my fears and pursue this dream of photography I thought I would do just that. Instead of posting a new picture that I took today (and I did capture a few today), I went back through my entire library until I found what I wanted.
This picture was taken June 26, 2009, along with about 60 others, while I was home for my class reunion. The idea was to capture some of the places from my past, mainly my childhood. An avid scrapbooker at the time, I had intended to create a layout using the photos. Instead I discovered a strange little twisted road to what would become this crazy passion of mine.
Standing there on that sidewalk I was caught completely off guard by the sudden emotion I felt for that place. This spot, Mayers, is home to some my oldest and best memories. If you were to follow that sidewalk to the stop sign and then proceed down the hill, you would come to a t-intersection. On the far side of that intersection is an empty lot but it use to be one of my favorite childhood homes. I logged a ridiculous amount of miles on my bike in this neighborhood keeping up with my brother and his friends. Only stopping when the street lights came on signaling that it was time to get home. On Fridays, our $5 allowance in hand, we would head downtown to the 5 and Dime for a shake and fries. If we had any money left, Mayers was always a favorite stop on the way home because they had Penny candy.
Strangely enough, I would become reacquainted with this neighborhood many years later when we started attending Faith Assembly of God only a few blocks in the other direction of this shot. And again, when one of my projects for an English assignment would bring me to this very spot to capture almost the exact same picture. I remember then that feeling I got, camera in hand, feeling so connected yet somehow able to tune out everything but what I saw in front of me.
This shot, while an improvement I’m sure over the one I took in high school, is not my best but it will forever be a reminder of how elusive our dreams can be and how precious and short time is and how new beginnings can sometimes mean taking a step back into our past.