As I was driving to work this morning I was hit hard with a horrible yet terrific realization.
I love photography, I’m not that great at it but I still love it. I’m always ‘seeing’ pictures I want to take.
My realization: I never take them.
My realization 2: I’ll never be happy until I start.
Now what this means, I’m not sure. Do I get a little point and shoot to always carry with me? Do I carry around my big clunker all the time?
Whatever it means I know I have to start doing something, I’ve realized that it’s my own fault and my own actions that will solve this. Now, I have to get off my ass and do something about it (which is always the hardest part for me).
good bye
