There are a few moments in my life that I can pin-point as the exact cause of certain change. Some are somewhat negative (such as my parents getting divorced, my grandparents passing, and trying my first cigarette), but some are amazingly positive, and it’s those that I like to dwell on. Those that come to mind include my first ever poem, meeting my girlfriend, and getting my first proper camera. The latter is what I’m writing this post about, as you might have guessed.
I did a few days work for my Dad a little while ago, and in return he paid me in the form of my first DSLR. On the drive home, I happened to mention that I’d like to take a few photos at an abandoned building, home to an infamous Sheffield DIY skate spot, before it was subject to its scheduled demolition. Dad decided we should go straight away, and with the little bit of charge that the camera had come with, I went on my first proper photo mission.
It’s the first time I’d felt anything toward a creative subject that wasn’t based on writing, and it was the start of one of my favourite hobbies – it’s also where I discovered that graffiti isn’t just a random thug spray-painting a crude dick onto the side of a Tesco’s… some of these guys had talent.
Anyway, the building isn’t there any more, so I’m glad Dad was so persistent. Here’s to the start of new chapters, whatever they may be.