Photography has been a part of my life for as long as I remember. My father, who was a miner, used our tiny bathroom as a darkroom to develop his old style, yellow-tinged photographs. I still remember the excitement and anticipation as we waited for the beautiful photos to emerge. When I got a camera of my very own, I felt complete. It came everywhere with me and still does.
Those years of fostering my love for photography have taught me to be mindful as I shoot and my fascination for the art is still as strong today as it was back then. I’m in awe of how photography can capture such huge emotions in one single frame. And it’s amazing how looking at these pictures can bring back those joyful memories – they stay with you forever.
My dad’s first camera, USSR Zenit, belongs to me now and it still works beautifully. It reminds me of where my love for photography came from and also shows that beauty is timeless.
