For the Love of Photos: An inside look.

Posted by on Feb 9, 2015 in Contests, Stories | No Comments

A few days ago, we launched our “For the Love of Photos” Contest challenging users to share the photo they love the most, and to tell us why they love it so much. Seems pretty simple.

But choosing just one photo is hard! We discovered this quickly when started to think about the photos that mean the most to us. Still, how can we ask our Photobucket users to share their special memories without sharing ours as well? We can’t. So here’s a look at some of the photos we love the most here at Photobucket. (Don’t leave us hanging! Share the photo you love the most for your chance to win $500.)

When I was 2, my mother was diagnosed with cervical cancer and told she had 6 months to live. Instead of giving up, she chose to enroll in a clinical trial that ended up saving her life. I love this photo because it reminds me how much she sacrificed and how hard she fought just for a chance to be my Mom. I am forever grateful for her love and determination to fight cancer. She is and has always been my best friend.

When I was 2, my mother was diagnosed with cervical cancer and told she had 6 months to live. Instead of giving up, she chose to enroll in a clinical trial that ended up saving her life. I love this photo because it reminds me how much she sacrificed and how hard she fought just for a chance to be my Mom. I am forever grateful for her love and determination to fight cancer. She is and has always been my best friend.

I love this photo because it reminds me of my carefree childhood. My friends and I would spend the summers riding our bikes from the time we woke up until the time our parents would make us come home. These are two of my dearest childhood friends, Beth and Molly. They have both since moved overseas, but we have a 'best friends' trip planned this summer, where we will reunite in Spain to make more photo-worthy memories together.

I love this photo because it reminds me of my carefree childhood. My friends and I would spend the summers riding our bikes from the time we woke up until the time our parents would make us come home. These are two of my dearest childhood friends, Beth and Molly. They have both since moved overseas, but we have a ‘best friends’ trip planned this summer, where we will reunite in Spain to make more photo-worthy memories together.

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Nicole and I spent a bit over a year in Korea. As enriching of an experience as it was, being alien in a foreign land also comes with its difficulties. In those particularly tough stretches, relief was escaping on small weekend road trips – first by bus and rail, and later in a little budget car we had the good fortune of picking up. We felt like explorers discovering little gems, combing the edges of that tiny peninsula rarely seen by foreigners like us, and even unknown to nationals. We were a team. With a rudimentary understanding of the language and a fledgling introduction to the culture, even these short respites beared their irksome challenges. Navigation, for instance. Without smartphones, even getting from point A to B became a challenge in its own right. Maps, roadsigns and street markings all written in Hangul (the written language of Korea), had to be translated on the fly. One person would drive (which can get…hectic in SE Asia), the other scrambling to decode roadsigns before missing a last-minute turn. It goes on. Quizzical looks when stumbling through the language, asking for directions. Finding a comfortable place to sleep for the night was never a certainty. Cultural faux pas by the dozens. Missed turns, totally lost, hours backtracking – that stress can stress a relationship. Or galvanize it. We saw so much beauty. We got better at navigating. We could get through basic conversations with locals. I still remember the sheer elation I felt after successfully ordering take out, ON THE PHONE. We we were a team of two. Our reprieve lied almost wholly in each others’ love and company, and I miss the richness of that sort of joyful dependency every day. That’s why I love this photo. Not sure where we were, but it looks like I was navigating that day.

That dog with the Hello Kitty bandage is Charlie. She is a notorious cat food thief, bed hog, and chip aficionado. Charlie is many things, but alas she is not brave. A few years back my wife and I took our new puppy on one of her first adventures right off the coast of the Pacific in the hills of Point Reyes. We were not on the trail for too long before we were face to face with a herd of giant, angry cows. This unexpected encounter completely turned Charlie’s little world upside down. She leapt into my arms in a cartoonish way as if to say ‘save me’. Which in turn offered my wife the chance to snap one of our most memorable moments in California. I love this photo because it totally encapsulates an experience that I won't forget and will certainly be burned into Charlie’s memory forever.

That dog with the Hello Kitty bandage is Charlie. She is a notorious cat food thief, bed hog, and chip aficionado. Charlie is many things, but alas she is not brave. A few years back my wife and I took our new puppy on one of her first adventures right off the coast of the Pacific in the hills of Point Reyes. We were not on the trail for too long before we were face to face with a herd of giant, angry cows. This unexpected encounter completely turned Charlie’s little world upside down. She leapt into my arms in a cartoonish way as if to say ‘save me’. Which in turn offered my wife the chance to snap one of our most memorable moments in California. I love this photo because it totally encapsulates an experience that I won’t forget and will certainly be burned into Charlie’s memory forever.

Arianne loves glitter. Every human should love something this much.

Arianne loves glitter. Every human should love something this much.

My first time riding two wheels on my own!  I wasn't allowed to ride more than a block away, but this moment in time marked the beginning of freedom for me as a child.  The sidewalk of 40th St. & 9th Ave. in Brooklyn was mine, all mine!

My first time riding two wheels on my own! I wasn’t allowed to ride more than a block away, but this moment in time marked the beginning of freedom for me as a child. The sidewalk of 40th St. & 9th Ave. in Brooklyn was mine, all mine!

I love this photo of my daughters because it captures sister dynamics perfectly!  The oldest always putting on a happy face and smoothing things over. The youngest, never happy. And the middle letting you know who is causing trouble and that someone needs to fix it.

I love this photo of my daughters because it captures sister dynamics perfectly!
The oldest always putting on a happy face and smoothing things over. The youngest, never happy. And the middle letting you know who is causing trouble and that someone needs to fix it.

I caught my partner making taco stuffs with the help of our furry children after work one day. We're not the most conventional family and this is a pretty good representation of our weirdly perfect little life.

I caught my partner making taco stuffs with the help of our furry children after work one day. We’re not the most conventional family and this is a pretty good representation of our weirdly perfect little life.

Love this photo and the memories it brings back. What a fun time as our son and dog loved to ride the jeep around the neighborhood.

Love this photo and the memories it brings back. What a fun time as our son and dog loved to ride the jeep around the neighborhood.

This is a picture of my father, grandson and myself just having fun.  Just look at the pure joy on his face.

This is a picture of my father, grandson and myself just having fun. Just look at the pure joy on his face.

This was taken on a trip to San Francisco in 2010 to celebrate my best friend's birthday.  This picture sums up our trip.  I love love LOVE it because nothing feels as good as laughter with a great friend.

This was taken on a trip to San Francisco in 2010 to celebrate my best friend’s birthday. This picture sums up our trip. I love love LOVE it because nothing feels as good as laughter with a great friend.

My daughter and I got away from the rest of the group just before Lego Land closed to ride the fast roller coaster. She loved being out late and kept begging me to get back in line. It was the shortest we had seen the line all day. She smiled at me like that whole time so of course we rode it 4 times.

My daughter and I got away from the rest of the group just before Lego Land closed to ride the fast roller coaster. She loved being out late and kept begging me to get back in line. It was the shortest we had seen the line all day. She smiled at me like that whole time so of course we rode it 4 times.

I love this photo of my daughter because sunglasses indoors, knee socks and sassy face. She's always been too cool for the room.

I love this photo of my daughter because sunglasses indoors, knee socks and sassy face. She’s always been too cool for the room.