Marie WheelerSunday is a time of reflection and this week I feel a bit more accomplished than last. I actually had a chance to take some photos this week, and while I epic failed in some respects, at least I got out there and did it.
Here is the shot that came out the best. I took it on my way to work after a snowstorm and both the light and the snow were gorgeous. I think it will make a good sketch as well.
I also got a bit of my groove back in terms of art and catching up on what I missed due to my lack of motivation last week. In case you didn’t notice, I had nothing going all week long after Monday’s post. Boo.
This week, you will get more though, double the Love Art, Happy Life posts and double the Journal 52. I’m also going to get back to talking about podcasts again as I have a new obsession with Welcome to Nightvale. It is so bizarre. I think you will love it.
So let’s get back to the photo and what I didn’t do right. I was lazy. I didn’t bring my tripod and I didn’t have the right settings, so the photo isn’t as crisp as it could be and is out of focus if you zoom in close. Lazy. Lazy. Lazy.
I have done a lot of photowalks and been around a lot of photographers over the past couple years and I have consistently heard one thing loud and clear: Don’t take the lazy shot: do it right or don’t bother. I especially like when I see photographers carrying the camera around on a tripod, not setting up the tripod, but instead muscling through holding the unextended tripod with camera to take a shot. A shot that will likely not be steady as there’s bound to be a little shake with that weight. It is interesting.
My assumption for myself is that I’m coming to photography as a means to an end. I need subjects for my sketches and I’m sure not going to sit out in freezing weather to do a plein air. Maybe someday when dementia or neuropathy has set in and the cold doesn’t bother me as much. I think I need to change my perspective on this though and consider why I don’t feel my original should be a reflection of my best work as my sketch or painting is a reflection of my best work.
If I were my therapist I would suggest that maybe I don’t believe my photos will ever be as good as those around me and I prefer to not try to prevent the perception of failure.
As always, I’m pretty certain I’m not alone in this subconscious barrier.
