What’s in a photo?

Picture is defined as a visual representation of a person, object or scene. I grew up with cameras always out for all occasions. My PopPop – maternal grandfather and my dad were the photographers of the family. They always set us up for family shots and made sure they were in them – the self timers on their 35mm cameras were their tools to being in a family “selfie” back then.

So, as the saying goes “I get it honestly”! My friends will tell you that there were few occasions when I do not have a camera in my hand. I stopped counting how many cameras I have owned. I had a Poloroid that took instant shots printed out of the camera and we waited for them to dry and the image appeared in minutes. I had the disc, the slims and a 35mm where it automatically loaded the film. That one didn’t work too well and true photographers hated it!

I grew up when you dropped off film and waited a week or more for the pictures. My dad taught me how to develop pictures in our own dark room, which is what I did as my high school newspaper and year book photographer. I went off to college with a brand new smith and corona typewriter, the first one with a digital screen where you could see what you typed before it printed on paper; and a brand new camera. My dad wanted me to chronicle my life in college and he helped with that project. I have some great pictures of my college life. My typewriter and typing skills, 85 words per minute helped me to pay for my photography hobby. Back then I use to type people’s written term papers because so many students either did not know how to type or did not type well. (those stories are for another post – living through the changing technological world)

When I pledged my sorority, Delta Sigma Theta Sorority Inc., I was and continue to be my “line’s” photo historian. It is tradition to be given a “line” number and “line” name when pledging for a sorority. I pledged in Spring 1994 and my number is 18 and my line name is Kodak! I proudly earned that name and try to live up to it each time I am with my “line sisters”.

Now with technology, chronicling and sharing pictures is such a joy! I use my APPLE technology and LOVE IT! Everyone laughs at me because I attend a FREE APPLE class each month to learn about these products I spend a fortune on! Well in those classes I learned how to use the photography section of my APPLE account. It is amazing and it has made sharing pictures easier.

So, I tell you all of this, because on my Twitter feed,  you will see the 2014 NCIL Conference, March and Rally pictures. I am no Tom Olin- the wonderful professional ADA photo historian, but I have my own “flare” for capturing moments. I hope you enjoy the pictures see my Twitter account @NJDC07, some are from other photographers but most are my pictures. It was a great time and I look forward to taking more wonderful pictures in the future. I may start a photo blog!

Hope you enjoyed this post! Please leave a comment and pass the word!

Stay tuned for my next post!




About wiyatt

Hi I am Dara born in Spain, raised in Newark, NJ and now enjoying living a dream in Washington, DC. I am zealous about Social Equity and Justice. I am an Advocate for Disability Rights. I am a Sister & Friend to many! Years of studying, living and changing policy brought me to this place. Thank you for reading my blog! Follow me on Twitter: @NJDC07 and Insta Gram NJDC07 The quote above is from Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr in a speech he gave here in Washington, DC in 1955. It is now carved into one of the many stones at his memorial on the National Mall.
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