I’m bad at taking pictures.
It’s not the camera, the camera is great. Not so nice I’ll cry if it’s stolen, but nice enough that I don’t understand all its features.
It’s not the software either. I was gifted a copy of Lightroom (still learning) and am a pro with GIMP. Well, as much as you can be a pro with something that’s harder to use than a rhino suppository.
I’m terrible because this camera is seldom in my hand when great things happen, and I rarely develop and publish my photos anyway. I’m a photo slacker.
Secretly, I just don’t care about pictures. I don’t know why. It seems like I should be ready to snap a picture anytime so I can share it with other people. But I never think of it.
Don’t I wish I had pictures?
Well, I do take photos… in my mind. I commit certain moments to a deep kind of memory where I can bring them up later (and share them in Confessions, soon). I express these pictures through writing and excited arm waving. It seems to work.
And it fills a need in my being, so I never miss taking pictures.
But if you asked me how I do this, I’m not sure I could explain. Luckily Satya Colombo can. He tells you:
Satya is writer and adventurer traveling across Latin America. He’s also an inspiration to me. I have never met him yet I feel a kinship with him. I hope you check it out.