I'm dusting off the cobwebs. I've deleted all the drafts that would have kept this crap-fest running, and now I'm back to talk about my point-and-click obsession: NATURE.
I must capture nature. I must go outside and take pictures of winter wonderlands and summer solstice sensuality. I NEED to sprint to seep in the spectacle of spring. In other words, I think I'm a photographer, and I grab my iPhone or digital camera to capture what real photographers do for a living. I want it to be my job, but I'm so old that I don't really speak on that dream. Besides, I've already screeched at the entire world since the age of 15 that I want to be a writer. (I also was interested in Computer Forensics, but THAT got shot down because people thought it was about CSI. Uh, NO. It was about doing something I thought was interesting.)
I'm pretty sure most professionals and people who are much deeper into the hobby will say they're al bad, but I feel a rush and a deep comfort in the moments where I'm "getting that shot". I feel serene, I feel like I'm drawn in the moment, and I don't think of anything else. So lemme puff out my chest (and bear belly) to show you the stuff I do when I go outside. I become one with nature, I sing the body electric, and I get a little sweaty. (Also, birds sometimes flock together because I toss bread outside.)
Celebrate, this will be the shortest post in my blog. Nothing but pics.
