Jack729 wrote:
If I may, indulge in a short story -
It was 6 or 7 months out from a very painful and devastating divorce. Several other things happened at the same time - I wont get into all that.
I was going through what is known as "the dark night of the soul". My world as I knew it had crumbled.
One day I was walking through the forest, Monongahela If I remember right -
Alone, broken, very depressed.
I sat on the ground, against a huge oak tree and contemplated life.
Amidst my black cloud, I happen to notice a couple of mushrooms, sitting in just the right light - I pulled out my camera and took a picture.
The next day I looked at my picture and realized, it wasn't half bad.
I thought about that -
Here I am, walking alone - very depressed - my heart and brain screaming "What do I do now!??", . . . And I took the time to get a good shot.
I have had an interest in photography since I signed up for the dark room developing class in junior high - but life got in the way of me pursuing it professionally. She was a budding photographer when we met, which rekindled my own interests. It was very much the running theme of our relationship.
10 years later - 2 years ago, I cursed the very subject! - But in my darkest hour . . . I stopped to take a picture.
Why do " I " do photography?
I see things in a frame - I always have. My camera captures that frame, "got it!"
I very often only look at the picture from the back of my camera, and never look at it again - but I got it!
Someday, someone will scroll through my pictures - and be able to see the world as I saw it.
Sure, I strive to take "good" pictures, and I have learned allot with modern post production software - but I can now know that I captured that frame.
I hadn't given much thought to "why" I do it, until reading this forum post - and I realized, photography has been the only constant in my life.
How does that saying go? "The best camera, is the one your using"?
If I may, indulge in a short story - br It was 6 ... (
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And the young Prince of India, having discovered death and suffering for the first time, embarked on a journey of discovery, hoping to find the cause and solution to the human condition. He wore only the clothes he had when he started, slept under the stars and ate only what he find along the way. Ten years later, tired, depressed and hungry he fell asleep under a bodhi tree. In a deep sleep he had a dream and in that dream he found the causes and the solutions to suffering. When he woke up he was no longer the person he was when he stop to rest, he was enlightened and had become the Buddha.