How I'll Remember: My Home
This is a first of a series of pictures I'm calling "How I'll Remember". In many ways, the inspiration behind this series is one of the main reasons why I am a photographer. Like many other photographers, one of my biggest influences is Henri Cartier Bresson. His book simply titled "Photographer" is timeless because of how familiar and at the same time beautiful his images are. Bresson helps us cherish what was once taken for granted by capturing moment and scenes we can relate to. A modern day example of this is Kathleen Connally's blog that has beautiful photos which were taken within a ten-mile radius of her home. These pictures are of the scenes and people that I see everyday and learned to appreciate all over again.
Canon 5D, 50mm, 1/100 @f/1.2, ISO 400
This is a picture of my living room. I came upstairs from my room one saturday and and saw this shot lit by the morning light. The bag of chips was still opened from the night before, and the pillows and blankets were tossed carelessly on the sofa. The white stool in the foreground is for my dad to sit on when we eat dinner together in front of the TV (which is most nights). There are a lot of stories in this picture, ones I almost forgot but now remember.
If I ever end up homesick, dreaming about home from some distant land, this is probably the scene that I will be dreaming of.