your life is newsworthy


I graduated from college with a journalism degree. And for the past twelve years, I’ve been doing a job that has nothing to do with journalism. I’m okay with this fact because I enjoy what I do. My job allows me to live a life I truly enjoy. Even though I don’t use my degree, I can’t ignore it. I love a well-crafted nonfiction story. I love one that’s interesting and full of rich details. I love happy resolutions, but I realize life can have terrible endings too. Sit at my table and I’ll happily listen to you ramble on and on about your life. And then I’ll take my turn. This banter could go on for hours. I’m routinely asked to shorten or get to my point, but I like to squeeze in every single tidbit for the listener. It should surprise no one that my love of the story transfers to my photography.
I don’t remember much before I was six years old and the years after are a little fuzzy. When I watch my boys play, laugh, argue, and wrestle I am sad they won’t remember each detail as clearly as I do. For the past three years, I’ve approached my life as magazine pictorial. Until recently, I didn’t realize that I’ve been using my college degree to tell a story with my photography. But now I fully embrace it. I’ve become the photojournalist of my life because I’m responsible for the story my children will remember. Good or bad, they will see it in our family albums. The trips to visit family with cousins scattered around the living room. Birthday wishes. Conquering the potty while waving Good-bye to diapers. But life isn’t full of unicorns and rainbows, the bad stuff has to be documented. Tantrums. Doctor visits. Tears because independence wasn’t quite fully realized. The full plates of food pushed away at the dinner table. I’m careful not over-sensationalize these less than happy moments, but albums void of them would not be truthful. Years from now, if my boys struggle with their own parenting I hope they can look through our family albums and relate. And I hope the photos will help them remember it was a good life: one worthy of documenting.
I don’t believe you have to have a journalism degree to be a good photographer. I didn’t touch a camera during college. But it’s my love of an honest story and my desire to remember every detail. And those are the types of photographers and photographs I’m attracted to. I don’t have a disgust towards coffee mug shots, landscapes or posed newborn shoots, but those images don’t make my heart beat faster. I want a photo that tells the story of someone’s life. I want raw emotion. And in my family, I’m the storyteller. Why should I let anyone else tell my story?
You can do the same thing. Snap an image that will make you weep tears of joy when you’re in the Old Folk’s Home. Shoot a scene that will show your children you were an amazing parent who tried their best. Photograph your story. Tell it with photos that are full of details, honesty, and real life blazing through the frame. There’s no one more talented or more eloquent to tell the world. You are the greatest storyteller of your Life. Start now.
Share your story with me. I’ve pulled up a chair and you’ve got my full attention.
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Today's guest post is from Erika Ray. Gabbing/communicating/gossiping is in her genes. Meet her mother and try to disagree with this statement. Plus her youngest son never stops talking, which feels like a loving payback from the universe. She uses her blog to report on life's celebrations, disasters, and to keep her sane.
Reader Comments (28)
Smiles, Anke :)
www.ankemartin.blogspot.com
A glimpse into my story, through photographs (and with some musical help from Bon Iver):
http://www.storiesofconflictandlove.com/2011/12/hello-again.html
here's one of my most compelling and intense stories
you are right about the importance of documenting the hard and raw moments in your life
i have tried to capture the naked truth with simple means
sometimes images tell a story more truthful than any words could
http://hipstamoments.blogspot.com/2012/02/er-with-mom.html
This is so true. I don't have a degree in journalism because I'm a loser college dropout..I blame that one on adult onset ADD...but I do love a good story, and I find that when words fail me my camera never does.
I immediately thought of the story of my kids' first day of school. This one was about me surviving the day and not having a total nervous breakdown.
http://www.vanessakim.com/?p=272
I was happy with this pair of photos I took last week (one in comments)--together, I think they'll help me remember the breathtaking moment I saw but didn't photograph. and I hope the feelings shared will be ones the boys can someday access, at least a little:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/98076237@N00/6912351045/
It began for me when I lost my Mom almost two years ago. I realized, at that time, that capturing our moments, recording our memories, and telling our story was important.
Thank you!
http://www.runningchatter.com/2012/02/permanent.html
Here's my most moving "life stories" post: http://happyshackdesigns.blogspot.com/2009/12/10-years-of-lessons.html
And here's one of my favorite photos that I think captures a wonderful moment in my girls' childhood: http://happyshackdesigns.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-and-365-days-project.html
Here's my sanity and my celebration: http://journeyleaf.typepad.com
last year we spent President's Day at Mt. Vernon. this year it was a walk along the towpath and exploring the graffiti-covered tunnels under Georgetown.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/22487105@N06/6774213860/
and i shot this with you in mind.
XO
http://www.flickr.com/photos/14811117@N02/6775966790/in/photostream
http://thelotaks.blogspot.com/2012/02/loss-of-legend.html
http://www.flickr.com/photos/leahhug/6776561348/
everyday life photos get me the most too.
Great post, I always enjoy your writing as well.
my struggle with alopicia...
http://simplystork.blogspot.com/2009/10/alopecia.html