Today I realized it’s been about four and a half years – FOUR AND A HALF YEARS – since I’ve been able to call myself am actual, working photographer. Someone who is using their camera and regularly taking photographs. I’m so rusty it isn’t even funny – at this point I can’t tell what is me being tired and always in a hurry, me being out of practice, or just equipment that needs to be replaced.
This is the summer. My camera is officially living on the highboy by the front door and I’m trying to take photos every day. I’m also trying not to be on social media (no, not trying. I will succeed) so I’m not entirely sure what to do with those photos. I think there’s something important about not just choosing and editing, but curating them somehow. Creating a record of any improvements and triumphant moments captured.
So here’s my space. Here’s my chance. Let’s do it. To make it official, let’s write out the goal, shall we? Choose one photo from each day and minimal editing. I’d like to move away from the filters I’ve been using for the past few years, seeing as I’ve never been truly happy with them. I would also like to ditch the perfection of photoshop, so color/lighting/contrast/cropping tweaks only to push myself to really get it right in the moment.
The kids are already confused by how often the camera is making an appearance.
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