The good news is, I have a computer now.
The bad news is, I have a huge backlog of photos that need to be processed. When I say a huge backlog, I really mean it.
I feel terrible that I haven’t blogged in so long, but because I didn’t have access to my workflow I felt stifled with what to say. It was an interesting feeling uploading photos from my sister’s wedding – seeing them after so much time made me that much more removed, and I was surprised how critical I was. I suppose that’s a good thing, but it feels disheartening! I really am very harsh with myself.
I have also been reading lots of blogs, and it’s interesting people’s opinions on what makes a “fauxtographer”. I’m deathly afraid to end up on youarenotaphotographer.com, or some other site like that for exposing untalented photographers. It seems as though there is quite a lot of resentment towards new starters in photography, especially those that haven’t “paid their dues” as such. I wonder when it is acceptable to call yourself a photographer? I wonder when you actually do start to feel like a photographer?
The saying is you are your own worse enemy. This applies to all aspects of life. I think you are a brilliant photographer and I think you have the right to call yourself one. Your pictures are beautiful and it shows. Keep going hon and someday I can say that I know this famous photographer and she is one of my best friends.
I just finally looked at You Are Not A Photographer and all I can say is you’ll never, ever be as bad as someone who photoshops an ultrasound onto a stomach!