When you get back with 4,000 plus photos from an overseas trip like I did in 2008, you don't expect to arrive back in town with an invisible rope around your neck.
That rope, made me felt like I could never take another photo again.
I wanted to throw my beloved camera out the window!
I utterly refused to take photos.
‘You take them, I’ll get a copy of yours,’ I’d say to my friends.
Had my passion for photography burned out inside of me?
How was I going to find the passion in photography again?
Then as the months ticked over a friend noticed I wasn’t using my camera and when I did share a pic or two she often responded with, ‘I love your photos. You are very good Emma!’
No matter what I did, she always wished that I would take photos, especially flowers. I often wondered if she had a knowing back then that I was meant to be taking photos to help others heal?
Eventually, I moved from the camera to taking photo’s on my phone while at the beach, ‘everyone else is doing this, why not try it’ I thought.
I became hooked.
The idea of taking photos on my phone iphone5 had sparked my inner joy, because I was able to take photos wherever I was. My iPhone was now taking better quality photos than my camera.
I saw the difference.
Where ever I am, I see the world through the eyes of a photographer and love how the images