As a child I loved to color. I remember losing track of time and being absorbed in the process. I will admit to a slight sense of artistic accomplishment when one of my drawings was posted on the refrigerator. Ultimately, my reward was in the doing, not the result. Somewhere along my creative journey, I lost my box of crayons. Some 30 years after my last drawing was displayed in the kitchen gallery, I found a new creative tool and a new gallery to share my work. The newfound box of crayons I’m referring to is the iPhone and the refrigerator is the photo-sharing mobile application, Instagram.
The iPhone is not just a camera, but also the darkroom in the palm of my hand that includes instant ‘shareability’ with the world. My love affair with my iPhone as both serious tool for journalism and a new form of creative expression began at a crime scene in early 2007.