Few things are better than an awesome accident.
It seems like the more comfortable I get with photography, the more awkward I feel in social interaction. I suppose that’s the dilemma with seeing the world through a lens. That lens can become a wall.
Observer and participant. Sometimes it’s challenging teetering back and forth. In order to get the photos I want, I have to be an observer, a wall flower. However, I want to connect and come out of my shell, which encourages me to participate. But when I do, it’s rarely a graceful re-entrance, which causes anxiety, therefore pulling me back into observer mode as an escape/excuse.
Being a photographer has an interesting set of challenges.
First of all, everyone acts different around you because you will capture them. The thought process is loaded with judgement. How will this photographer show me? Sometimes people express right away that they hope Photoshop will be involved. Sometimes people want a photo taken right away and continue to request. Either way, it becomes very evident how people feel about being seen. My job as a heart centered photographer at that point is to simply notice and remain sensitive to it.
Your camera is your safety blanket. If you ever feel like being alone, you’re going through photos, for no need. Escapism continues. My job as my best friend is to stay present to grow from the complete experience.
You take my picture? Nahh. Let me take a selfie. You don’t just let anyone take your photo. It becomes very evident that it’s how you feel about being seen. My job as my own guru is to allow the discomfort to rise and show my true colors. Being vulnerable is powerful and it creates a ripple effect of truthful expression. I learn from being seen.
I love photography and all that it teaches me.
I’m grown but I’m not grown grown
Which means I know how to ride a dick but I’m still not sure how taxes work.