This is terribly embarrassing! Sharing hideous images I took with my then iPhone 4S with our iLHPreaders. I typically spend each week selecting my BEST images to include in my article. Photos I believe will represent my current skill level and that I am proud to share. I thought it would be interesting (maybe even laughable) to take a glimpse at some photos I actually thought were worthy enough to share not that long ago.
I have mentioned several times in previous iLHP articles that my love for photography began to vastly develop about two years ago. I had just switched from a BlackBerry to an iPhone and instantly became captivated with the camera features and quality. It was routine for me to be walking along the cobblestone Parisian streets and stop to capture something with my iPhone. It was also around that time I started posting and sharing my images on Instagram.
A few times, I have looked back through my Instagram archives (which as of today consists of 4409 little square images) and considered deleting many! When I begin to scroll and see how they progressively get worse the further back I scroll, I opt against it and leave them as a reminder of just how far I have come as a photographer in a relatively short period of time.
I think that the reason my passion for photography developed so greatly and quickly was due to photo sharing on Instagram. I had recently switched from a Blackberry to an iPhone and was thrilled to finally download the Instagram app. I saw so many iPhone users post images on Instagram and share on Facebook.
I started primarily following Instagrammers from the Paris area that shot similar images like myself. When I knew I was moving back to Toronto I began following people from the Toronto area as well. One of my favourite photographers I came across was Patrick Colpron, commonly known on Instagram as CandidCameraMan. When I arrived back in Toronto I reached out to Patrick and asked if he wanted to shoot together sometime. I never thought he would respond nor agree to meet up. He gracefully accepted. From that point on we met on several occasions to shoot around the city, sometimes just a few of us and other times in rather large groups.
Patrick has always been very helpful and willing to share his tricks and techniques. For those of you who don’t know him, we thought it would be nice to introduce him to our iLHP readers.
When I began taking photos, it was done predominately with my iPhone 4S and when I was alone. Occasionally I would lug about my Leica when I believed I would encounter something so phenomenal that my iPhone would not be capable of capturing the reality of the image. I was residing in Paris and would be walking around and desire to stop recurrently to capture something that caught my eye. It became so infectious that when I was out with friends I would pause mid-conversation, stop and snap a photo. My friends would tend to get annoyed that my picture taking would interfere with our conversation and take away our precious time together. Photography gradually began to become somewhat of an obsession.
Instead of annoying whomever I was with at the time, I would venture off unaccompanied to explore the city and be able to take photos without hearing any complaints. I wanted to upgrade from my iPhone, to improve the quality of my photos, so I had my ancient Canon shipped from back home in Toronto to Paris. Continue reading One Is Such A Lonely Number. Or Is it?→
A year has now past since I was fortunate enough to be able to call Paris my home. I am now living in Toronto again where I spent most of my life growing up.
When I said farewell to Paris, I left feeling completely heartbroken that my journey had come to an end. I lived in a quintessential Parisian flat in the 8th arrondissement of Paris just a short walk to Avenue des Champs-Élysées. I would glance in one direction and be able to lay eyes on the stunning Arc de Triomphe and turn my head the other way and catch a glimpse of Place de la Concorde.
Needless to say, I was not looking forward to moving back to Toronto after living so many years abroad (8 years in the US before France). I was frightened I would not be able to search deep enough to find any creative inspiration and truthfully, just be bored. How could one possibly compare the two cities? Paris is bursting with fascinating history, extreme elegance and utter romance everywhere your eyes wonder. As for Toronto, everything appears to be common, newly built and rather uninspiring.