A dream

It's true, I allowed someone to steal my dream.  Not just one someone, but a collective someone.  I have loved photography for as long as I can remember.  When I was in high school I took Photography classes so that I could learn the trade not just for an easy A.  I saved for a long time to get my simple DSLR camera.  I practiced any chance I could, and did several "photo shoots" with a friend so I could figure this photography world out.  Eventually photography became a craze, everyone was becoming a photographer.   I dived down a deep hole of depressing thoughts saying "So and so is better then me." or "I will never be able to provide the quality images they do." So I gave up.  I put my camera in my camera bag and tuck it in a corner in my room.  I felt threatened by a world of people who appeared to be better than myself.  I've pulled my camera out for a handful of photo shoots over the past two years.  Every time I have pulled it out I remember how much I love it. I remember the joy of taking photos, editing them, and seeing this art that was created.  But my camera always found its way back into it's corner.  I recently had a friend ask if I did photography anymore.  I was quick to respond that I don't. It was then that I knew something was wrong.  How did  I allow a society to destroy my dreams.  I gave up because I wasn't as good as others. I gave up because I felt like I was being a follower and I didn't like that.  I gave up because it was the easy thing to do. 

I'm not here to say that I'm going to dive into this photography world head first.  I'm taking a step.  I'm going to pull my camera out more.  I'm going to share my photos more often.  I'm going to allow people into this world that I love.  One day I may turn this hobby into something more.  But for now, enjoy what I have to share.  Sometimes it will be nature shots, other times it will be portraits.  I'm not going to allow people to stop me from dreaming, even if it feels like it is me against the world.