photographer's DNA

Yesterday, I came upon a discovery about my photographic genes as I was cleaning out the storage. These were part of my dad's photo albums which I have not seen before. 6x4.5cm contact prints were carefully glued to the album according to the corresponding negative number. It was the typical work of my dad who probably used a ruler to line up all the pictures so precisely. What surprised me most was his composition of the images. I probably would have shot them in the same manner if I was taking pictures back then. I looked at these pictures as if I had shot them. My dad was a businessman and photography was one of the many hobbies he had. He passed away when I was young, so I never got the full story on his photography. I didn't even know he took so much interest in photography until I saw these images taken during the 50's and 60's in Europe. Looking back, my photography started when my dad gave me my first camera, a Nikon F2, at age 18 just before he passed away. I never thought of any connection there until I saw these images. I could sense alot of passion in his photography, and I could bet now that I inherited some of that in my DNA.

I take great pride in the work I produce, yet I have my days where I question myself whether I might have taken the wrong path in my career. Well, yesterday's revelation certainly made me feel I was cut out to be a photographer! I guess we're all on our path to destiny without even knowing it.