Choosing your photo.

I never even wanted to be a photographer. It was just what was convenient then. My first passion was music and art of course, theater too. After that came journalism but my writing was horrid. It still is. My brain can’t really compose words like it should. It looks like toddler came across a college level thesaurus. Photography came about right when I was “forced” to decide. Luck took over from there. I am still genuinely thankful for all that I have attained, even though it may not look like it anymore.

It has always been on my mind though, since I was a child, photography I mean. Photos were the first thing I would look for when I would walk into a room. Next was colors, furniture type, age of the surroundings, dust, plants… everything I could take in at those first few. Photos, regardless of what they are of, tell so much about that person. People keep their most dearest memories closest to them. Those memories are often photos. How those photos are kept are also important. If they are framed, folded, dirty, faded, cut or creased. …I can go on and on. I don’t think I have a point to make on this. haha

Anyway, it’s not just the photo I take into account. So when I shoot a photo, it has to have already been “set.” That’s why I have problems when it comes to choosing poses, backgrounds, costumes… it’s too specific or not specific enough. Then when shit hits the fan even I’m surprised. “Oh that looks pretty neat haha… damn that was lucky.”