I wish I could play piano.
Photos are a tricky thing.
Not digital photos, but actual print photographs. The ol' time ways of taking snapshots and getting them developed, it's a tricky thing. They're not just on a screen, they're actually tangible. You can hold them in your hand, put them in albums, write on the back of them and give them away, and stick them in the corners of mirrors and such. Not digital pictures, though you have the option to get them developed, they're still different. One a picture has been developed, it can't be undeveloped. A digital picture can always be erased for any reason at all. Someone blinked, red-eye, or maybe it was just blurry. In regular cameras though, you have to live with it.
In going through my albums of years gone past, I spent a good 45 minutes today selecting a few photos to take with me to PPU and exhibit in the new house. Last year I went through about 20 different disposable cameras and got over 300 pictures developed. I was surprised to see the number of photos that caught me off guard, the ones that seemed like a good idea at the time, but after a while either mean nothing at all or something completely different. I've purused through photos that documented the good times, the bad times, the pressured times, and the times where I was just having fun. Fun in good ways, and bad. I can't just erase those photos though, no matter how much I'd love to try. They're always going to be there. At first I beat myself up over the photos that reminded me of the bad times, but then the pictures got older and older, all the way back to high school. Back to when I was again, being deceived and I would live to tell about it (though some people may have wanted that changed). I felt nothing for those photos, because I have now grown up, grown out of those emotions that were so childish and dumb.
That makes me feel better. If I can look at old pictures and say it was merely a learning experience and that I'm better because of it, then I'm on the right track. I have taken plenty of photos since August began, whether it be with my camera or countless other peoples'.They're all digital, and I am looking to buy a new camera relatively soon, but I'm ready to start developing some new photos, and hopefully some new memories that I can be happy about later on as well.
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This time last year I was scared of Pittsburgh, I was frightened it may not be exactly what I wanted, and even though the year ahead of me would be filled with confusion, hurt, and sadness, the happy times far outweighed the bad and amazing new things and opportunities were in my path. I go into this year expectant, hopeful, and happy. Everything is going right. I am doing what I love, I am studying my passion, I have the best friends I could ask for, and I have a girl that is incredible in every sense of the word. Though times ahead may be rough and weary, I know that things are going to turn out for the best.
Not digital photos, but actual print photographs. The ol' time ways of taking snapshots and getting them developed, it's a tricky thing. They're not just on a screen, they're actually tangible. You can hold them in your hand, put them in albums, write on the back of them and give them away, and stick them in the corners of mirrors and such. Not digital pictures, though you have the option to get them developed, they're still different. One a picture has been developed, it can't be undeveloped. A digital picture can always be erased for any reason at all. Someone blinked, red-eye, or maybe it was just blurry. In regular cameras though, you have to live with it.
In going through my albums of years gone past, I spent a good 45 minutes today selecting a few photos to take with me to PPU and exhibit in the new house. Last year I went through about 20 different disposable cameras and got over 300 pictures developed. I was surprised to see the number of photos that caught me off guard, the ones that seemed like a good idea at the time, but after a while either mean nothing at all or something completely different. I've purused through photos that documented the good times, the bad times, the pressured times, and the times where I was just having fun. Fun in good ways, and bad. I can't just erase those photos though, no matter how much I'd love to try. They're always going to be there. At first I beat myself up over the photos that reminded me of the bad times, but then the pictures got older and older, all the way back to high school. Back to when I was again, being deceived and I would live to tell about it (though some people may have wanted that changed). I felt nothing for those photos, because I have now grown up, grown out of those emotions that were so childish and dumb.
That makes me feel better. If I can look at old pictures and say it was merely a learning experience and that I'm better because of it, then I'm on the right track. I have taken plenty of photos since August began, whether it be with my camera or countless other peoples'.They're all digital, and I am looking to buy a new camera relatively soon, but I'm ready to start developing some new photos, and hopefully some new memories that I can be happy about later on as well.
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This time last year I was scared of Pittsburgh, I was frightened it may not be exactly what I wanted, and even though the year ahead of me would be filled with confusion, hurt, and sadness, the happy times far outweighed the bad and amazing new things and opportunities were in my path. I go into this year expectant, hopeful, and happy. Everything is going right. I am doing what I love, I am studying my passion, I have the best friends I could ask for, and I have a girl that is incredible in every sense of the word. Though times ahead may be rough and weary, I know that things are going to turn out for the best.