ItsReallyDarren
That's really me
Everyday doesn't go by without feeling a strong desire to take pictures. Pictures of anything. Something simple as the arrangement of holiday trinkets in the lobby of my work that I find amusing to something that captures my imagination such as driving past a multi acre construction site filled with roaming tractors early in the morning.
Feeling regret when I choose to leave my camera behind when I have to rush out the door. Feeling even more regret with I come across something interesting right after I leave the camera behind.
Happiness comes from just being present and taking a picture of what I see.
Developing and seeing the image again for the first time brings a wide smile of satisfaction. But a smile not as big as the act of photographing itself.
And then comes the print, seeing the image laid out in front of my eyes again on a larger piece of paper. And another large smile comes but this one is different from taking the picture or bringing the picture into existence. It's a smile of satisfaction, of relief and hard work that brought the image into a larger world.
All three smiles make my day but not as big as the first. The act of photographing itself.
What brings the most joy? From the moment of grasping the camera to the moment of viewing the end result, however medium it may exist in?
Feeling regret when I choose to leave my camera behind when I have to rush out the door. Feeling even more regret with I come across something interesting right after I leave the camera behind.
Happiness comes from just being present and taking a picture of what I see.
Developing and seeing the image again for the first time brings a wide smile of satisfaction. But a smile not as big as the act of photographing itself.
And then comes the print, seeing the image laid out in front of my eyes again on a larger piece of paper. And another large smile comes but this one is different from taking the picture or bringing the picture into existence. It's a smile of satisfaction, of relief and hard work that brought the image into a larger world.
All three smiles make my day but not as big as the first. The act of photographing itself.
What brings the most joy? From the moment of grasping the camera to the moment of viewing the end result, however medium it may exist in?