The Blue Boy

So, since this is my first blog, I would like to start with what I consider my first “real” picture. I call it that because I would say that after I took this picture was when I started to consider myself a photographer. Every picture has a story, and this one is no exception. I spent the summer I turned sixteen in Venezuela on a relief trip. One day on a long bus ride through the countryside my group stopped for a bathroom break. Piling off the bus we were confronted with the fact that there wasn’t actually a bathroom where we had stopped. However, we had been on the bus for a long time and there were some pressing needs, so a group of girls and I took off into the brush with a roll of toilet paper. I had gotten in the habit of taking my camera with me pretty much everywhere. My reasons were two-fold: it allowed me to capture a lot of cool moments, and it reduced the likelihood of my camera being stolen. So I happened to have my camera with me as we walked back to the bus and I looked up and saw this:

I was using a little 35mm automatic camera, and I just shot one frame, but somehow the image I captured was able to transcend my limitations.