I take a lot of pictures… sometimes to the point of obnoxiousness (especially when I travel). So, inevitably, in the interest of not overloading Instagram, most of the photos I take live on my iPhone until the storage capacity is maxed out (which is currently the case). I share my travel photographs on a special page here on my website, but I take a lot of photographs day to day when I’m living my life at home too.
I’ve been thinking about why that is lately, and I’m sure there are many reasons… I’m a very visual person; I’m easily captivated by simple, insignificant things. I love colours and lines and textures and the challenge of capturing what inspires me. But what I’ve realized is that my favourite thing about taking photographs is the way in which they serve as a reminder of all that I have to be grateful for. It’s so easy to forget, in the midst our busy lives, how much we get to experience.
When I find myself scrolling through my camera roll, I am so often reminded of how much I’ve actually seen and done over the last week or month or year. It reminds me to take a step back from whatever stresses I feel and appreciate that Sunday I spent wandering around a museum with my best friend, the sunny morning walk I took with my mom and sister, or that sunset I got to see when my roommate and I decided to climb up the Pape Avenue bridge at dusk with all of our groceries because the light was so lovely. These moments aren’t particularly thrilling, and that’s the point. They are the simple, quiet things that just happen. They come and go all the time. I take photographs to remember them so when I’m feeling exhausted or bored, I can remember that it’s the simple things that make me smile and I have a lot to be grateful for.