As some of you know, one of my hobbies is photography.
I’ve never thought of pursuing anything professionally ( in terms of taking classes, studying my heart out, and making a career out of this) but I do enjoy learning what I can about contrast, about lighting, about angles, about context and all other aspects of the art.
I probably know nothing. But I like to think I do.
My mother made a suggestion that I make a calendar with photographs specific to each month because I shot this on Christmas:
I could probably get rid of that candy cane off to the side. It’s a give or take in my eyes.
I would like to get into shooting more abstract things, and portraits. I’d like to do some good cityscapes too. I enjoyed doing this on the roadway:
I just like messing around. I think the effects are cool.
This bird says hello. I made him a little more . . . artistic and aesthetically pleasing to my eyes, as you can probably tell:
But nature has it’s own beauty and when I went out to the cliffs this evening to do some homework away from this chaotic household, I stopped halfway up the driveway and ran back into the house for my camera case and camera. I figured if I caught the sunset, I could get some cool shots. Here are a few:
Luckily the roar of the ocean on the sands edge below drowned out the screeching Superbowl fans from the houses across the street.
At the end of the day only me and one smoker guy were left admiring the skyline and sinking cement boat off in the distance.
Once again: cement boat. Not one of humanity’s greatest inventions.
Whether I’m horrendous at shots or generally “alright” for an amateur, photography is like a meditation to me. My head zones out and I focus only on what I need to focus on; I see the patterns and the shapes and the opportunities and for a chunk of time I think of nothing else lest that something else have an importance towards my original focus. I emerge from the experience refreshed, at one with myself, with my camera and with whatever random event or object I’ve etched into a digital file.
Photos to me snap more than a quick moment in time, they hold within them a quick moment of myself, a moment of my thoughts, and I see that reflection in them.
It’s much like writing a fiction piece or manuscript; your characters will always have a sliver (or more) of you in them and you will notice that reflection whether you intended for it to be or not.
If I don’t see myself in the art I create, I feel no attachment and often scrap it. Art is for the self as much as it is for the enjoyment of others. I think that’s what makes it often so undeniably momentous.