This is my first post here on Medium. I found out about it from a good friend of mine, Gary Vaynerchuk — nah…actually, Gary and I have never met, but I was watching one of his live interviews and he mentioned that this place is a great way to blog to other creative readers and writers. He is quite obsessed by it — so I thought I’d jump on the obsession wagon as well.

All bloggers, I guess, ask this very question when they first post something or decide to write a blog or contribute to online rhetoric — and that question is; “What the hell am I going to write about?” So here goes.

It all started with me in photography — at the age of 6. My parents gave me the exclusive use of a black Polaroid Instamatic camera with an orange shutter button — It was the fancy push-pull type and along with it came 3 rolls of film. It was 1 week before we were leaving to travel to the States for the first time, and I was so excited to visit the land that was responsible for educating me about film and television.

Shows like “The Greatest American Hero”, “The Incredible Hulk” — starring Bill Bixby and the great Lou Ferrigno, and my favourite show ever — Magnum P.I.

What I didn’t know tho, was that this gift that my parents had just afforded to me, possessed powers that I had no idea existed, and it possessed the ability for me to recognised my ability — even at the age of 6.

So hours quickly turned into days, and we were finally off to the States. I had with me my backpack, pens, pencils, gum, micro machines and a very stylish Polaroid. When we arrived at LAX I loaded my first roll of film ever so gently, and can remember using those first 36 shots like they cost me $1 million dollars.

I had only ever seen photgraphers on TV and in the movies — I had no real idea HOW to use this camera. I had no idea of composition, light, aperture, ISO, shutter speed.

So with a little creativity and a young boys imagination, I started clicking away. I went through those 3 rolls of film with a very selective and methodical disposition, I had no idea back then what that even meant, but I can remember I cherished every shot I took as if each image was printed on gold.

We arrived home from our trip after 3 weeks abroad and I handed the 3 rolls to my parents to get developed, eager to see what I had captured. After 3 days of waiting for them to be processed, my images were finally ready to be picked up from the local pharmacy. I can remember how excited I was to see what I had shot on my trip. My Dad was in charge of the pick up, and he left for work that morning with the reminder from Mom - “not to forget Luke’s film and grab something for tea” — and so he left with a nod and wave clear on his mission.

I headed off to school that morning with butteflies in my stomach and the thought and the excitement of just what I would see when I got home that night — to greet Dad and my 3 rolls of developed film…