Since becoming a Daddy, I have found it all the more important to have my camera, capturing my son growing up.
The last 5 months have flown by and he has changed so much.
Growing up in the late 80’s and early 90’s we didn’t have internet, let alone platforms like Facebook and Instagram.
The only photos I have of my own Mum and Dad are blurry and discolored. Sadly, my Dad passed away when I was 21. He didn’t get a chance to meet my family but I do hope I am able to look through these old Polaroids with my Son one day. There is something magical about looking through physical photographs, it is a lot more personal and often carry funny stories about how Dad stubbed his toe or Mum burnt the roast for the time it took to pose for the photo.
As I look through the albums and take note we only ever took photos at special occasions, Christmas, birthdays or that holiday at the coast playing the 2p machines.
All these memories will be treasured forever, but with the photos aging and fading fast, I worry how long they will last. I don’t have the negatives. The new digital age means we can save our photos to the cloud or social networks where they should be safe forever.
I am a firm believer in not just making memories but, our photographs should outlive us, they last for generations. They matter because they freeze moments of our lives which can pass by in an instant.
Photographs grab our attention and speak directly to our emotions. Our images can express joy and excitement, tears or happiness.
These photographs are what tell our stories long after we are gone.