Learning the Language
Mar 3rd, 2010 by Wendy
I have been taking pictures for decades—with great pleasure. Occasionally I managed a good shot, but mostly my mission was simply to record events and people that I loved. My camera has been a constant, if neglected, companion…usually a better piece of equipment than my skills deserved. I did not call myself a photographer.
This past summer my early morning porch swing reading focused on photography. Cameras, light, exposure, flash, f-stops, apertures, lenses, great photographers, post production, and on. Like a child learning a language, as I focused and read and practiced it began to come together. The pieces I knew combined with the pieces I was learning and I understood (talk about “ah-ha” moments). The vocabulary made sense and became language. All the blocks that had been building for years were merging into recognizable shape.
My eyes and heart—now ready to open—have begun to trust what they know and what they see. While I am still loath to throw caution to the wind I think I am willing to step out and see which way that wind is blowing.
You are ready. The wind is blowing your way. Your photos have meaning and give such pleasure to others.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! What Pam said!
Oh so THAT’S what you’ve been doing all this time!–Getting prepared for your second career as a photographer!
Go!
You ROCK at photography Aunt Wendy, go for it!