I have recently taken a rather big interest on photography. Nothing serious, just simple digital point-and-shoot. I used to take only pictures of interesting buildings or structures or objects, still photographs basically, but now I was introduced into the world of street photography…
“Telling a story through a photograph,” Budi said. And true enough, I found interesting subjects all around me. I adapt pretty well maybe because I like to read–I dramatized everything. Lol.
But I don’t really consider it as a serious hobby. I don’t hunt for cameras, I only learn enough Photoshop just to get by, and I don’t really know anything about techniques. Hm. I think it’s a contagion-effect: I like it because I am exposed to it. VERY MUCH exposed to it.
Sometimes I’m ashamed. I have never excelled in any single thing in my life. Except reading. And please DO tell me if one day they hold an International Reading Competition… coz as far as I know reading has no use at all… except for filling up my memory database. (Nononono I don’t really think that… reading has shaped my life a lot… I just used it as an expression.)
I’m usually a phlegmatic learner… I take everything easy. But imho, my photography learning curve is pretty steep. Compared to my usual pace, I mean. I’m a slow learner if there’s no motivation or challenge ^o^ (like my *cough* blog *cough*… or my *cough* music and language skills… *blush*)
Learning is especially effective if I have people with amazing skills or accomplishments to compare myself with. “Be where they are”–maybe I should make that my motto.
I begin to think that I am a ‘social being’ like other humans only because of a single reason: I need other humans to motivate me to live.
Oh my. How dire.
Come visit my Flickr to see my pics. Suggestions and ideas are welcome.