Whimsy & Wilderness

A Colorado Adventure Blog

When in Doubt

I'm not a fully confident photographer. I question my skills, albeit they are still developing (pun intended). Family and friends offer praise, but I take their kindness as an arm of support rather than a testament to my competence.  No matter your passion you can probably relate to this state of uncertainty. We all want to excel at our craft, but it doesn't mean we are constantly secure in our path or talent. What drives me forward isn't the need to be perfect, but my fondness for creating. I started blogging, rather selfishly, for the benefit of releasing meandering thoughts. Then came my fitness blog, where I changed my reach and extended it to those seeking encouragement. The feedback from it was positive, and I enjoyed making a difference, no matter how small. I am hopeful my latest blog will follow suit, perhaps in a different way. 

 Drinking water or taking a photo?

Drinking water or taking a photo?

On a recent photo post I received a lovely comment stating my pictures of Colorado make them feel like they can always see a piece of home. This made me a smile. Under a spring snow scene another wrote how it made them "feel all the feels". I was elated I passed on the emotion. In times of doubt these sentiments are a soft push to keep going. I may never make a living as a blogger/photographer, or win any awards, but if I did the sum wouldn't be greater than the impact. If I can touch someone even in the tiniest way, it's worth continuing doing what I love. Will all my work be well received? No, but it's not a requirement. Therefore, wherever you find yourself on your journey, keep creating. Pursue your art, as it's worth the gift you may not even know you are giving. 

Memories are Made Of This

 My dad filming on a gondala in Italy.

My dad filming on a gondala in Italy.

Since I can remember I've loved taking photos, and no, not just of myself. The term selfie wasn't a thing, and vanity had yet to find me. I attribute it to growing up in front of the lens, so to speak. My dad loved filming everything, and I do mean EVERYTHING of us as kids. From playing in the living room, to us goofing off outside, my dad was there with a movie camera in hand. He'd give the quintessential fatherly direction of your name followed by "say hi!" or "wave!". Half of us didn't mind it (my older brother and I) while the other half tried to forget it was there. Took look back at the reels of film (OMG I just aged myself) is to watch highlights of your life, the ones picked by your dad because, for one reason or another, he didn't want to forget it. This makes them special to watch, and the picture can't be replaced by only the story. 

 Taking photos in sunflower heaven.

Taking photos in sunflower heaven.

That's why I love photography. Memories can be powerful but a photograph picks up where words fail. I'm fresh in this hobby, it's been barely a year since I seriously pursued it. It's a new game now, no more last click of a disposable, Polaroid shake, or the winding of film. All of which I kind of miss. Sure they may still be around, but only for the millennial who thinks Kodak is a type of bear. It was a little daunting shifting the button from "Program" to "Manual". I feel I'm riding the tricycle of photography, not yet confident enough to ride fearlessly without assistance. However, it's also part of its appeal. I'm constantly learning new facets of it, which keeps me yearning for more. Unsurprisingly my dad matches my enthusiasm, and shows it by buying me cameras he finds at estate sales. I now have two Canon 35mm cameras, and one Nikon added to my arsenal.  Thanks, pops! 

My future with this may not be clear, but I don't take photos for Instragram likes, given mostly by friends and family, or for any other reason than my passion for it. It's for myself, each photo a page in a novel comprising my life. Well, let's not be dramatic, but you get my point. I do want to hone my craft, and let it take me on unforeseen adventures. All the rest will fall into frame...I mean place. 

Beauty in the Blemish

Editing has always been my favorite thing to do, whether in writing, film, or currently photography. Even the simplest of changes can make a dramatic difference. Recently I've been working with pictures which were blemished by a dirty lens, overexposed, or because my finger was in the way (I'm such a professional). I love watching them transform into something I thought was unusable into a photo you'd never know was "damaged". To show you the difference I've included a few below to see the before and after. There's beauty in flaws, it only takes a different perspective. 

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