So many of my favorite photos are just slightly out of focus.
As I learn the ins and outs of my DSLR (and I still am . . . more than two years later), I tend to capture blurry moments more than crisp ones. I can get landscapes no problem — still objects aren’t an issue — but my people shots? Where loved ones are talking, moving, thinking, walking, running?
But I embrace the blur. I embrace the idiosyncrasies. I embrace that I still have so much to learn . . . and that I’ll never stop trying to know what there is to know.
About photography. About love. About life.
This year I’m serving as vice president of my local photography club, and I led my first meeting last weekend. Initially nervous that I wasn’t enough of an “expert” to direct others on the facets of our favorite hobby, my anxiety has given way to calm. Being in the club doesn’t mean I’m a “professional.” It means I’m ready to share my own knowledge, however limited, with others . . . and prepared to soak up what others have to share.
I really miss school. Though college could be a bear and high school was, well . . . high school, I love the feeling of being a student. I adore picking out new pens and notebooks, turning to a blank sheet of paper, filling my brain with new concepts and trying to explain them all the next day. Though I graduated from college almost six years ago, I don’t feel like I’ve stopped learning. It’s no longer done in the traditional sense — not in a classroom — but I strive to keep at it.
Maybe that’s why I love reading, too.
I’m inspired by so many things — especially others’ work. I spend hours looking at websites and blogs, Pinterest and photography boards, thinking of new ways to capture my own life. And though I’m pretty darn far from perfect and can’t compete with the big dogs, as they say, it’s all about the attempt. Working at it. Doing it anyway.
And that slightly out-of-focus, nostalgic photo of Spence above? It’s one of my favorites.