For the past few years, photography has been my hobby and one of my greatest passions.
It’s also been a very solitary activity. I’ve upgraded cameras, researched, self-instructed, practiced, practiced, and practiced some more.
I’ve also filled up a computer with digital photo files seldom seen by anyone beyond, well, me.
I’ve placed a number of photos on this blog (including images posted above), but my blog audience is small and generally consists of people who know and care for me.
Criticism or harsh critiques are unlikely from this group, so it’s safe to share.
But here’s some fun and scary news.
A few of my photos are appearing in a friend’s magazine soon.
I’ll pass along a link or a file when/if I can. But I’m a little weirded out at the thought of a broader audience viewing my photos.
What if they don’t like them? What if they don’t see anything special about them? What if they find technical faults?
Then again, why should I care?
The process of taking photos is the source of my joy. I love finding beauty and weirdness in life’s details.
If one or two people share in that joy, my blessings multiply.
To that end, I’ve also mustered the courage to enter two photo contests recently.
I don’t have ideas of winning, but it’s been a great exercise in stepping outside of my comfort zone.
We’ll just have to see how it goes.