Art Not Photography

We’ve all heard that person (or maybe it’s you) who turns their nose up at a photo that has been edited even the tiniest bit. “That’s not photography,” they say.

Agree to disagree. To avoid any conflict or confusion, I don’t like to consider myself a photographer but rather an artist (in the least vain way possible). And art is subjective.

Though I’m not Leonardo Da Vinci, I like the term “artist” because it opens the mind to endless possibilities. From simply editing out a distracting background object to completely taking a person and putting them in a different setting.

That’s where I want to take my photography. From my living room to the edge of the universe.

Beyond alive.

An Early Morning Adventure

“If you are lonely when you are alone, you are in bad company.” – Jean-Paul Sartre

For us introverts, this thoroughly rings true. Day-to-day life of human interaction can be so draining. Sometimes we just need to get away.

Yesterday, I had the change to do something I haven’t done in a long time.

5:00am on a Sunday morning my cellphone alarm woke me out of bed. I made a large thermos full of delicious coffee, grabbed my gear, and adventured into the sub freezing morning. Turning right out of my driveway, I drove the direction where the sun would soon rise.

I arrived at the lake as the sun rays started to peak over the trees in the distance. A light fog floated over the water, forcing me think of an elegant slow dance. Birds were chirping their good morning melody. And as I pulled my metal thermos cup to my mouth the heat of the black coffee masked the sharp cold of Jack Frost’s touch.

In this moment, I was in bliss. And I cannot wait to do it again.