If you like my photos you should like my page and make the inner Facebook junkie in me happy. 🙂
The past 6 months have really brought out the inner photographer in me, and the journey of growth overall has been a really rewarding and exciting one. Every observer keeps telling me I have “an eye” for it and am a natural behind the lens. What I want to know, however, is how much of photography is actual natural talent for a shot, or just basic knowledge of an editing program.
I took a shot at the lake a few weeks ago and then messed with it for an hour on my editing program, adding more life and vibrant colors.
So the question is, is the transformation in photos a testament to my progress in photography skills, or just editing magic?
I’m feeling desperation.
At least that’s what I think it is.
It’s a deep, raw, uncontrollable yearning to be . . .
. . . Anything.
Happy. Sad. A fuck up. A drop out. An addict. A graduate. A writer. A success.
Every new moment and every passing mood brings a new desperation.
A panic to be doing something.
I mean something is always more important to be doing.
More important than floating.
Floating through the fake college life experience, the fake transition into the real world, the fake education to help me prepare for life on my own.
Floating through the haze of things that aren’t real.
And floating makes me desperate.
To be anywhere but here.
Doing anything but this.
Anything real. Anything true. Restlessly awaiting a desperation worth the wait.
Come down and waste time with me
Slow how you wanted it to be
I’m over my head
Out of my head
Remembering our dandelion days.