This week was an incredibly productive week. I week I established my groove and work ethic. I can say that I’m comfortable using Lightroom. I now feel comfortable in knowing how a picture is going to turn out as I begin to edit a photo in Lightroom. Due to this newly-found knowledge, I have been taking, sorting and editing up a storm this week.
Another important thing I learned this week was how to back up my pictures onto an external hard drive. This gives me security in knowing that my pictures are backed up somewhere else. It was a difficult process, but now I know how to organize, sort, and back-up pictures that I will take in the future.
A surprise that I encountered this week was that I began to get stressed out about taking pictures. I began struggling with the fact that I was no longer taking pictures for me, but for school. I began to realize that my pictures weren’t as good when I was forcing the mindset that I needed to take a good picture. This was the biggest road block in my week. I never thought that I would become so worked up over my performance in photography, but it happened. I began stressing myself out and doubting my ability to take good pictures. I have taking up meditation again to calm myself and open my mind.
For all of Saturday I hardly brought my camera anywhere with me. I wanted to get my eye out from behind the camera and just live without thinking of shots I could take for my exhibit or the lighting on my friends’ faces. I had a wonderful day. It was beautiful. I went swimming, running, biking, listened to a music performance, went out to lunch, and laughed with my friends. I began to realize that I was reliving what made me want to take up photography. The whole day I couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful my friend’s wet-hair looked in the rain, or the way two people embraced each other after crying, or the way her nose scrunches up when she is laughing. I wanted to record these moments. I wanted to hold onto them and show them to others. I wanted to go get my camera.
The biggest lesson I learned this week was that sometimes I need to separate myself from the things that I love in order to get perspective so that I can appreciate them more and see them in a new light. That is how love grows. That is how an artist grows. That is how we grow.
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