Hey, guess what? I’m on a computer again!
SIDENOTE: I hope the Internet doesn’t crash before I can post this. It’s been a ridiculous two days of fighting with Shaw. (You’re ruining my life, Shaw!).
SIDENOTE TO THE SIDENOTE: It totally did, but I think (!?) it’s back again…
One of my friends approached me the other day about helping her out with a photo shoot for a model search contest. She wanted my help with makeup and styling, but in the end, the friend she had planned on taking the photos themselves fell through, so she asked if I’d be up for that as well.
I said, “of course!” and then I tried to remember the last time I pulled out my camera.
Being that this is the future, I could look on my camera and figure it out.
More than a year.
How insane is that?
This from the girl who used to go out and take photos like, every day while she was living abroad.
What happened to me?
For like, three days leading up to the shoot, I also panicked that I’d do it wrong. What if I was a horrible photographer? What if she hated every shot I took? What if I couldn’t remember how to use my camera? Why did I agree to take photos when I’m not what I’d call a pro at it?
Then I got behind the camera and forgot what I was worried about.
I really love taking photos. I find it calming. It makes you stop and think about what you’re looking at, how you’re seeing it, how you feel about it, and how you want the world to see it later. It makes you think about all the stories people will see and feel when they look at the photos after the fact. I don’t know. I just love it.
SIDENOTE: It helped that I had a gorgeous, talkative, hilarious model to work with for the afternoon, I guess. (Hi, Rachel. <3)
Anyway, I decided enough is enough – I have to make a point of taking photos more often again.
So I guess the lesson I learned is that it’s really important to feed all your passions. They’re all connected, anyway. Getting the little (or big) flicker of inspiration in your soul from one just pushes you to move forward with all the others.
It’s really important – even when your life is a fucking gong show (not that mine is*) – to take moments, however small, to do the things you love.
Maybe that’s a better way of putting it.
Look at this sass: