November Morning

It’s a November Monday morning in West Texas, and a story has come to mind. The story of the first time I felt like being behind a camera is something I want to pursue as a career or passion or what have you.
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The first photo in this post was taken around six in the morning while I was surrounded by 20+ photographers with their tens of thousands of dollars of equipment. Meanwhile I had my little tripod and $40 lens that I thought would make it look neat. They were all shouting at tourists to get out of their shot, so to say the atmosphere was intimidating would be an understatement.
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Years later, I couldn’t be more proud of this shot I took so long ago, despite how small I felt in the presence of those far more skilled than I was. Many of the pictures in this post were rejects, throwaways, and mistakes. You never know what you may appreciate in the years to come so deleting is merely depriving yourself.
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I guess my point is: for about a year or so I thought that since I didn’t have a fancy camera, taking pictures and improving my skills wasn’t worth it. I see now that the reality is, the camera doesn’t make the photographer, but the experience is the forge in which you create your own art form. Now I couldn’t be more excited for the direction things are headed.
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Your dreams are only a stroke of willpower away. Stick to it and you can do amazing things!
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Now go tackle this week and see what you’re capable of.
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𝖒𝖆𝖞 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖎𝖊!