i wish to get the old feelings back when i used to be crazy taking photographs.
the craze started back in my second year of college, when i was finally able to bring our family digicam.
it was a kodak dx6490.
i loved taking pictures during class. of people passing by. of the beautiful trees on campus.
i loved taking paparazzi photos most especially. then i realized i love taking stolen portraits.
capturing the moment. sigh.
i started shooting outdoors as well.
it was a peak time for my multiply account.
people started to love my photographs.
that gave me confidence.
it was also then that for once my parents praised me for something.
i looked forward for junior year when we take photography for two semesters.
just like any other cliche ever written, any heightened feeling will only lead to disappointment.
my father bought me a nikon d40 for class. even bought me extra accessories and an extra lense.
we started class, i was average. my classmates were doing great, my friends were exceptional.
i tried not to let it get to me. i had to keep the dream alive. i wanted to be better at this.
i had a problem that buried me.
i had shaky hands and my eyes really just can't help me focus my subject on manual setting.
when my studies get back to me, the same comment from my professor is always present. BLURRY.
i had to rely on my lense's auto focus mode to keep me from flanking the subject.
and soon, the extra zoom lense i have started to dust in my bag because i can't use it properly.
as much i hate to see it go to waste, i felt like i can't do anything.
frustration ate my alive. it buried until the dream was forgotten and all i can do is pretend it's not really important to me.
the perfect excuse to give it up came, i became busy with extra-curricular activities and i had to set my photography aside.
everything were literally covered in spider webs and dust.
my heart breaks every single time i see what the dream has become.
not a single photo remained visible in my room.
nobody knew how frustrated i was for two years.
i was nothing but a coward.
i was too afraid to face another failure.
now, frustration is not the only thing that's eating me alive, envy decided to join the party.
everybody else had made progress, and here i am...
afraid to start all over.
these are just empty words...
i need to take another step.
maybe a leap to get right back into pace.
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the craze started back in my second year of college, when i was finally able to bring our family digicam.
it was a kodak dx6490.
i loved taking pictures during class. of people passing by. of the beautiful trees on campus.
i loved taking paparazzi photos most especially. then i realized i love taking stolen portraits.
capturing the moment. sigh.
i started shooting outdoors as well.
it was a peak time for my multiply account.
people started to love my photographs.
that gave me confidence.
it was also then that for once my parents praised me for something.
i looked forward for junior year when we take photography for two semesters.
just like any other cliche ever written, any heightened feeling will only lead to disappointment.
my father bought me a nikon d40 for class. even bought me extra accessories and an extra lense.
we started class, i was average. my classmates were doing great, my friends were exceptional.
i tried not to let it get to me. i had to keep the dream alive. i wanted to be better at this.
i had a problem that buried me.
i had shaky hands and my eyes really just can't help me focus my subject on manual setting.
when my studies get back to me, the same comment from my professor is always present. BLURRY.
i had to rely on my lense's auto focus mode to keep me from flanking the subject.
and soon, the extra zoom lense i have started to dust in my bag because i can't use it properly.
as much i hate to see it go to waste, i felt like i can't do anything.
frustration ate my alive. it buried until the dream was forgotten and all i can do is pretend it's not really important to me.
the perfect excuse to give it up came, i became busy with extra-curricular activities and i had to set my photography aside.
everything were literally covered in spider webs and dust.
my heart breaks every single time i see what the dream has become.
not a single photo remained visible in my room.
nobody knew how frustrated i was for two years.
i was nothing but a coward.
i was too afraid to face another failure.
now, frustration is not the only thing that's eating me alive, envy decided to join the party.
everybody else had made progress, and here i am...
afraid to start all over.
these are just empty words...
i need to take another step.
maybe a leap to get right back into pace.
</3
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