Things change.
There was a really bad fire in my neighborhood. It was scary to see something so valuable be destroyed in a few minutes. I was timid at first to take pictures, but I did, and I got some good shots. My parents told me to send them to the journal star. I was scared of that too. I felt like I was exploiting someone's dispair. I went back today with chris and took some more pictures. Some of them are really good, but I'm still scared to post them. This fear of being insensitive or cruel may run a little too deep. Being close to incapable of doing this stuff makes me realize I have SO MUCH to get adjusted to before I start working. If I really want to be a photojournalist, I have to show the problems happening all over the world. Things will only get easier from here.