Wildflowers & Words
f/2.8 1/800 s ISO 320 // 105mm manual focus prime
Photography is a lot like writing. The more I practice writing the better I become at photography. The more I practice putting my thoughts on paper the closer I get to knowing how to take take pictures that say what I want them to.
I struggle tirelessly with shutter speed and sentence structure. Photography is like a cryptic and a confusing story that doesn't use punctuation. A story that doesn't end, you just keep turning pages and you find more and more words. A story that uses commas instead of periods. Photography is a lot like writing, so I practice writing.
f/2.8 1/640 s ISO 320 // 105mm manual focus prime
I want to be better at telling stories. If I want to tell stories with pictures, I need to first know how to tell stories with words. Maybe one day I'll begin to put words in orderly sentences that sing and swirl like a good adventure book. But for now I will simply write and hope. Hope that one day if I practice enough and stumble over enough exclamation points and come up with enough bad plots maybe one day something good will happen - maybe I will learn how to tell stories without words. Picture that.
f/2.8 1/1000 s ISO 320 // 85mm manual focus prime
WRITING PRACTICE
Today was boring, it was a day that reminded me that I'm not as interesting as I like to think I am. One of those days where the sky is blue, the grass is green, your room is clean and you have nothing to do.
I like to write down random details about my day to day life. Somehow it makes it seem better. Here are some random details.
f/2.8 1/4000 s ISO 320 // 85mm manual focus prime
I went running. I took pictures. I sat at my desk and edited one hundred and twelve photos. It was a boring day. I ate leftover Chinese food. My fortune cookie paper is still in my pocket, it said something about the sunset.
f/2.8 1/1000 s ISO 320 // 85mm manual focus prime
I'm wearing a sweatshirt straight out of the dryer. It's not nice and warm like you would expect, it's slightly damp and a little cold. Sometimes the dryer doesn't do a good job.
f/2.8 1/1600 s ISO 320 // 105mm manual focus prime
Today, when I was running, I saw kids outside playing at the park and I wondered why we all aren't playing at the park. Why aren't we playing kickball, or jumping off swings, or running around until the sun goes down?
What has age and technology done to us? Why do we sit inside and refresh Instagram and Facebook? I'll end this here before I start asking more rhetorical questions.
Stay classy.