I love photos. Memories captured physically. I love photography nature, God’s creations, seeing beauty in places most people walk past everyday. A simple moment made beautiful.
I see photos in my brain, I see little moments and exactly how I want to catch them through my lens. But I don’t. I haven’t been able to grab my camera in awhile… probably too long.
There are moments when the sun hits the landscape, a perfectly blooming rose… just small things… and I see them exactly how I want to capture them. But my camera just stays right where it is, in my case.
I have lost so much of my confidence, and it seems my joy in my favorite hobby has gone missing as well. I want to grab my camera, but I realize I’m the person who has to ultimately make the moment turn out how I see it through my lens. I’m not sure I can.
This is just a phase… just a moment… that will pass.