8 Responses to “What Was Your First Photography Experience?”

  1. Richard Taylor says:

    The oldest pics of mine, that I still had were taken in 1959 on a family vacation, when I was 14 years old.
    Camera would have been dad’s 6×9cm Voightlander Bessa II and B&W film was used.
    Fully adjustable and a huge step up from a Kodak Box Brownie.

  2. dana says:

    I was 8 years and finally got what I wanted most for birthday – the Agfamatic 2008 tele pocket sensor – ritsch-ratsch-klick ;D
    I was so amazed of this little tele lens flipping out there, it was fun – and I still have this little one ;)
    The pictures weren´t what I expected, most important thing was to watch throught the viewfinder, ah, lovely thing!

  3. Brian Taylor says:

    I recall a birthday party for my grandmother when I was a teenager. I had always had some type of kids camera but I got to “play” with my cousins nice Film SLR. I believe it was a Canon but I couldn’t swear to that as it has been over 20 years.

    I really enjoyed holding it and looking through the view finder and listening to the click of the shutter as it closed and that moment in time was captured forever.

    I don’t know if they ever developed the film or what became of it but I enjoyed it.

    It wasn’t until after the birth of my little ones that I picked the camera back up again and really got interested. Some of the pictures with the PowerShots were so nice I decided I would continue with it as a hobby and stepped up to a DSLR. One day I will get off of Aperture Priority mode.

  4. Lovelyn says:

    I don’t remember the first picture I took. I was always interested in photography. It runs in my family, both my grandfather and uncle were photographers. I guess I was about 15 when I got my first camera. It was a simple all manual Pentax 35mm. I dug all of my grandfather’s old darkroom equipment out of my grandmother’s attic and set up a makeshift darkroom in the laundry room. I loved taking pictures from the start. I loved being in the darkroom processing the pictures too.

  5. Carly Harrison says:

    Every summer vacation my mother bought disposable cameras and gave one to each of my siblings and I. It was great fun taking the family vacation photos ourselves. I distinctly remember getting home after one trip (I think to Disneyland – I was maybe 8) and my mother developed all of our cameras. She was exasperated with me because instead of the normal “touristy” shots (like family members, characters, the “Kodak moment” spots), I took pictures of flowers and landscapes. None of my photos had family members – it was all artsy! I still have the album I made out of it next to my portfolios I show clients – sentimental memories that remind me why I got into photography.

  6. Eric says:

    I don’t remember my first photographic experience. However, to take the question a little differently, which experience led me to believe that this could turn into a hobby (and something I want to do a lot!) was this:

    http://www.flickr.com/photos/ericmeier/296488030/

    This was the first picture I took that ever made me go “Wow!”. Been hooked since.

    It was a Canon Powershot 50, at Disney in Orlando. A wet, misty day, on our first vacation with my first child (he was about ten months old at that point).

  7. Tyler says:

    I’m 16, and I’ve always been interesting in photography, but never really got into it (I would take a couple of photos and be a bit creative) but last year, on a family trip to Florida, I decided I would take over my dads 400D. And got quite a few nice photos, and, then there came the Disney fireworks, and the shoots I got from that really started to get me interested in photography. So when I got back from the holiday I started doing research into how cameras work etc. Then I entered one of my photos into a local competition and won.

  8. Matt Mathai says:

    Good topic. I found my dad’s old Rolleiflex camera on his desk and took it for a spin when i was about six.
    Lucky for me there was film in it, but I had just as much fun looking at things through the viewfinder on top.

    Luckily my dad wasn’t upset that I’d burned all his film. He got it developed, and I found I had some photos of my dogs, a few of the grass, and one of my mother’s hand.

    They were all works of art, naturally.

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