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.
“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.