I first fell in love with photography when I found our family albums at my grandfather's Vilis' bookshelves. He had them in the lower shelves for us to reach. Each album had a dot-shaped sticker outside with a number. I clearly remember his intricate, cursive writing. Whenever I feel in pain, I travel back to the memory of those albums. I sat for hours in a plush, leather chair that felt like a throne, and went back and forth looking at my family's history.
Images from
Latvia, Germany, El Trompillo and Los Teques in
Venezuela, and then, the final destination,
Caracas. I stared at the same pages for hours, wondering what these subjects so close to my heart (and not so much) were thinking when photographed. Trips around the world (I got my passion for traveling from my Latvian side), birthdays, stunningly young grandparents and extended family members, clothes, styles, hairdos. My favorite thing was to feel more connected to my father by looking at his childhood photos. His early years couldn't be more different: he is a war child; I am a lucky princess.
The word "document" to photography is for me (and I can't find a better analogy) like the word "climax" is to sex. Photography wouldn't have the same meaning to me if I wasn't so deeply aware of the storytelling quality of it. And by telling a story, I am talking about real life, quotidian story, not a spread in a fashion magazine or a work of visual fiction. I could spend hours looking at photo essays without feeling at all tired. The life of others, seen with a respectful and compassionate eye, is one of my favorite things to look at.
This is the reason why I enrolled in "
LONG SHOT: the 24-hour photographic endurance event" that took place on April 30th-May 1st, 2010. We had a dear guest from out of town, so we were in whirlwind mode. This time I didn't think or intended a theme. I let it be. The final edit was tough as I took more than 250 photos in 24 hours.
This body of work is a glimpse of the small things that make Seattle a town I love passionately: the fruit vendor at Pike Place Market who's a lover of hot moms; the sleeping commuter on the ferry to Bainbridge Island; the kid on his way to Downtown, moving around on the #73 bus; a woman, a taxi and people roaming in Post Alley, next to the Gum Wall; a quiet moment at the table in
Nettletown, blue walls, small flowers; quirky theater posters and street art on the wall; a couple being photographed at Kerry Park; a bunch of neighbors having fun on a multi-bicycle at a street-food fair in Ballard; a man having a coffee break in Downtown Seattle; reflections and salmon species at the Salmon Ladder in the Ballard Locks.
I am sharing the photos. As I selected and edited them, I only could think how much I love the city we live in.