There are certain things in life that we do that get us plain excited about living it. There are certain things in life we are so passionate about, they define whom we are, what we do, and how we live. I think part of the trick is to know about what to be passionate. Choose wisely.
Recently, I examined myself for some of my favorite activities or hobbies. Some have been deemed favorite since infancy like eating food, for example. Others have been accumulated onto my list on a much more recent time-scale. Examples would be horse-back riding, archery, and taking naps. I'm sure I didn't mind the latter as an infant either.
Since this is my blog, I suppose I must divulge a smidgen about myself, lest I kicked off of the Internet. Yet there are worse things in life than a shy blogger, such as moldy cheese.
Onward.
Some of my passions include:
- Getting to know and share my savior, Jesus Christ.
- Cooking
- People
- Stars (The twinkling kind)
- Photography
- Sunsets
- Sailing
- The color purple (.......Yes.)
- Taking care of people
- Music
- Small Children (Big kids are okay too)
- Learning
- Getting someone to smile, or better yet, laugh.
I could continue on, except:
1) That would require even greater effort in thinking and really looking in to what I'm passionate about, what takes my breath away, and makes me take a step back and say, "Wow."
2) This is all I could come up with off the top of my head.
3) The space I'm using in this post for lists is getting a little long.
This ends here. Maybe. Probably not. Nope.
Anywho.
One mentioned above is of particular interest to me. Photography and I have had an interesting history, for sure. From birth to around age 5, I despised all cameras and absolutely hated getting my picture taken. True story. Sixty percent of our family pictures had three faces in them: my dad's, my mom's, my brother's, and the back of my furiously shy head.
It's a real shame: I was a cute kid. At least that's what my mom says. I don't actually have any real photographic proof to see for myself. I do know that I was blond. That's about it.
I'm not sure when my attitude about cameras changed. Obviously, it has since I was five. I own my own camera now, enjoy being with people in front of one, and consider almost any DSLR figurative eye candy. I have a theory about my conversion. Perhaps it was when I was given my first camera for Christmas when I was five. My life has never been same since. I discovered what it was like being on the other side; to see what the world looked like through a camera lens. It's beautiful, BTW (Grandma, that stands for "By The Way." You're welcome).
My favorite things to capture are little details. This is most likely because my camera has the potential of taking that kind of image well. It was a surprise. It was a delight. It was a challenge. As I learned what my camera could do, I was motivated to see what I could do better, how I could manipulate a subject through perspective into something totally new and beautiful. It is also different because most of us don't stop to notice and spend time with the small things in our lives. Although most of the pictures I take I barely spend any time on (A bad habit I've developed), cheap memories have still been captured, nonetheless, in the lowest quality possible.
Experience #3
I was recently challenged in my photography. I watched a video that completely changed my perspective about what can be done with a camera. It was beautiful and eye opening. A camera can do so much more than preserve a memory. It can capture emotion, an idea, history, inspiration, time, and wonder. I have been challenged to not just point-and-shoot, but to be purposeful in what I capture. After all, it's not the megapixels that make a photo great, it's the message conveyed.
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