A 1000 words cannot even scratch the surface
Holding the camera close to my body, my eye peering through the view finder, finger posed on the shutter, ready to capture a moment in a real and beautiful way, nothing can decribe the bliss and thrill I get from being a photographer.
This year I'm putting my dream on the line. I'm taking the steps to make it a reality. It's scary in all honesty. I am going to be graded on the things that come from deep within me. Photojournalism is not art photography, but it's still art. When you create art a part of yourself goes into your work. Every photograph I take is a piece of me. The concept of submitting those intimate parts of myself to a professor to grade is quite frightening.
But as I sat in Newhouse today, getting futher acquainted with my D50, playing around and taking pictures, there was just something in me that awakened as my professor told me more about my camera and its internal workings. It all fits together and works in these amazing ways to capture exact moments. There is something about seeing a moment and being able to capture what is going on in a way that touches people and captivates them.
It was intimidating to look at the work of other photographers, but part of me just delighted in seeing these big beautiful prints and knowing that I was going to be making my own throughout the semester.
It's scary to be putting myself on the line like this, but it's so exciting to know how my photography is going to change and improve over the course of this semester. I have been given this talent and right now it's a raw gemstone, I want it to be cut and refined into a many faceted jewel that just sparkles with the radiance of true beauty.
I finally like my Yellowstone prints. Well, most of them. Because not every photograph is amazing. Dad printed out some of my pictures and matted them for me. Seeing my pictures blown up and matted is so different than seeing them on an LCD screen of the camera or on the computer. It's funny, but some of my friends didn't realize the pictures were mine, they throught they were professional. They are the work of a budding professional, hee hee.
I have captured beautiful things.
I have beautiful things inside me and to be able to see them in real and tangible ways...it's such a sweet release.
God has given me such a precious gift. It is through this gift that I have come to encounter Him and see His beauty and mastery.
This year I'm putting my dream on the line. I'm taking the steps to make it a reality. It's scary in all honesty. I am going to be graded on the things that come from deep within me. Photojournalism is not art photography, but it's still art. When you create art a part of yourself goes into your work. Every photograph I take is a piece of me. The concept of submitting those intimate parts of myself to a professor to grade is quite frightening.
But as I sat in Newhouse today, getting futher acquainted with my D50, playing around and taking pictures, there was just something in me that awakened as my professor told me more about my camera and its internal workings. It all fits together and works in these amazing ways to capture exact moments. There is something about seeing a moment and being able to capture what is going on in a way that touches people and captivates them.
It was intimidating to look at the work of other photographers, but part of me just delighted in seeing these big beautiful prints and knowing that I was going to be making my own throughout the semester.
It's scary to be putting myself on the line like this, but it's so exciting to know how my photography is going to change and improve over the course of this semester. I have been given this talent and right now it's a raw gemstone, I want it to be cut and refined into a many faceted jewel that just sparkles with the radiance of true beauty.
I finally like my Yellowstone prints. Well, most of them. Because not every photograph is amazing. Dad printed out some of my pictures and matted them for me. Seeing my pictures blown up and matted is so different than seeing them on an LCD screen of the camera or on the computer. It's funny, but some of my friends didn't realize the pictures were mine, they throught they were professional. They are the work of a budding professional, hee hee.
I have captured beautiful things.
I have beautiful things inside me and to be able to see them in real and tangible ways...it's such a sweet release.
God has given me such a precious gift. It is through this gift that I have come to encounter Him and see His beauty and mastery.