When I shoot a photo, I am capturing a moment in time that I may be experiencing solely through my eyes, but it is a moment I can’t keep to myself.
When the digital age took hold, I found myself confused and intimidated by computer programs and cameras that did not need film. I clung to the old Minolta 35mm that had been handed down to me by my grandfather, but I quickly learned that this was not going to cut it. As darkrooms were being phased out I was forced to send my archaic rolls of film to a lab in California for processing. I was removed from the creative process and felt robbed of my passion. It was time to concede and buy a digital camera, a computer and editing software. I signed up for a Photoshop class for beginners and off I went, into this strange new world.
I have always been lucky to have the support of my parents, my children and very dear friends. They have always been there to cheer me on. It has been a wonderful journey into the unknown and I am surrounded by people, moments and visions that take my breath away.
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I was chasing some interesting cloud formations when I came upon these ponies on Yautzy Road in Gorham. I was worried that my subject would become camera-shy and wander off before I had a chance to take the shot. I was able to take several shots before this pony lost interest in me.
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I’ve seen this moss growing on the shale along Seneca Lake for most of my life. On this particular day, it suddenly caught my eye and beckoned to be photographed.
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Born in Syracuse and raised in Ontario, New York, the beauty of the Finger Lakes was never far from my doorstep. After several years of photography courses in high school, I went on to receive a degree in graphic arts. I wanted to immerse myself in the arts and share my passion with everyone.
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At a cottage on Keuka Lake, a cold rainy day didn’t stop my little cousins (and their parents) from gearing up and throwing a few lines in. I captured this shot of Kelly while she was waiting for a bite.
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While traveling the back roads of Gorham, I felt like I was being watched. It turns out I was. I couldn’t resist stopping to take a photo of these serious-looking cows.
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If you stumble upon Brookside Cemetery as you wind along Snell Road in Geneva, take a moment to enjoy the peaceful setting. I found inspiration in these old headstones as they stood majestically against the billowing clouds beyond.
by Amy Argona
