I am a snap-happy mama with a relatively nice camera. I love to chronicle my God-given life here on this little bloggity-blog-blog and I do that mostly by photographing the people, places, and things that are special to me and to those I love. If I were to ever open my own photography business ( dreaming here ), I would call it Noun Photography, for obvious reasons. So there's that. However, since my photography skills have a very, very long way to go, I don't foresee the grand opening of Noun Photography anytime soon. But please don't steal my name because I really, really, really like it. ( smile )
I am writing this post because I have pondered the following thoughts for many, many months now. And, eventually what we think about comes out, right? And gets written on a blog. And here we are.
Photography is tricky. It's sneaky with a capital S, because it can make everything appear perfect, when in reality, things can be falling apart. Take, for instance the photographs on this post. Both were taken mili-seconds apart yet drastically different in appearance, thanks to different focus points on mister Nikon. It's obvious, in the photograph above, that a dust rag needs to be my new best friend, yet, in the photograph below, everything is crystal clear and amazingly dustless! ( wink ) Do you like the dust on my mirror, by the way? Nice. It served a purpose though: it forced me to finally write this post.
Okay, so here is my point: I'm trying to become better and better at photography
( I use that term very loosely! ) so that my end product is authentic and real and unaltered. I want to be for reals. Holla! The thing is, I know editing programs are needed, to an extent. A necessary evil of sorts. I, for one, love the power that a little extra exposure and highlighting can do on so many of our "pacific northwest" days.
This week, I made myself go through the exercise of capturing images exactly as I saw them through my own two eyes. I adjusted my settings. And adjusted them again. And again and again. It was work, but it was worth it. It was worth it because the images that I ended up with were pure. They did not need to be altered and their authenticity elated me.
I don't have time to elaborate on this next point, but the above conversation with myself led me down the path of self-examination. Am I who I say I am? Am I authentic and real? Do I blog reality or do I add extra exposure and color and tint my life so that others don't see the dust?
^ Can of worms. Right there.
Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm just really behind in this photography thing and everyone else has already gotten off the editing software bandwagon? Maybe my relatively nice camera just really got me thinking about authenticity and intentionality.
happy weekending--the authentic way--whatever that means ( wink )