Frame By Frame

I can't really recall when it all started.  When did I begin to frame everything into photos? Long before I called myself a photographer.  Now I spout the name freely.  I call myself this as if it were second skin.  Indeed it is, I would be naked without it.  For my eyes see beauty and stories to communicate into a single image, it satiates my hungry soul.   From the day my father gifted me with his 35mm camera.  I looked through the viewfinder, and  I can not undo what happened after.  I would see sleeping babies, and I could see them in that luxe black and white film.  I would look at a wedding couple, and I could picture that dreamy blurry bokeh.  Photography lingo is my second tongue and I speak it to anyone who would hear it frame by frame