Mother (for when I’m irritated).
Mom (for when we’re in English company).
Mama (in our mother tongue).
A few months ago I was thinking of ideas for a photography project, something that could go beyond one or two weekends of planning and snapping. Something that meant something. In the end it wasn’t a difficult decision – I would use photography to document the countless things that I have learned from my mom in the 26 years since I arrived, two weeks early on a cold winter’s day. Some serious, others funny and lighthearted.
So as soon as I decided to start this blog I began to think about which of these I would capture first, until the realisation hit me that without her none of ‘this’ would exist. It is because of my mom that I decided to pursue photography as a hobby. It is she who always had an SLR around her neck and who documented our lives with countless photos; who showed me first-hand what joy photographs can bring. It is she who taught me about aperture, shutter speed, ISO and wide-angle and prime lenses, until finally I got it (well at least I think I have).
The first photo in this feature, then, is a portrait I took of her on my 26th birthday, three weeks ago. I love the dreamy, reflective look in her eyes. I’d like to think that at that moment she was thinking that she is proud of the woman I have grown up to be.
My mom is the most important person in the world to me. All that I am, and all that I know is because of her.