Poetic Photographer

I take a lot of pictures. I’m that person at social gatherings, the person you need to warn, “please don’t put this on Facebook” or, “this isn’t going online, right?” In fact, my husband has grumbled numerous times that our life is “too public” due to my obsession with photo-sharing and posting to online albums.


I see nothing wrong with this. Maybe it’s my inner poet, but I love capturing those precious, raw moments of people just… being. And I love sharing this with others. The way we live is becoming more and more collaborative and I’m fueled with passion for the future.

Lately, though, I’ve focused my attention on inanimate objects and scenery. I’d love to take a day trip somewhere beautiful to just wander and take photos. I used to do this when I was writing nature essays in college, and it was exhilarating to connect with my creative side – the side that feels most like me. For now, though, I seek the beauty in my own neighborhood.

I know I’ve touted my Droid X’s vast capabilities, but I do have iPhone app envy. There are so many fantastic photo apps for the iPhone. Take my friend Jane, for example. She’s been posting extraordinary photos to her art blog, leaving me in a pile of drool as I scroll through them. Of course, she’s also an incredibly talented artist and has a great eye for what makes a phenomenal photo.

This makes me want to take a digital photography class. I should add that to my must-do list.

Anyway, one of my crafting goals for myself this year is to create a photojournal that collectively tells a story. I have a few ideas floating around, but I haven’t decided if I’ll go the traditional scrapbook-style route, or if I’ll use my favorite online photobook site – MyPublisher.com. I’m running out of wall space in my house for hanging photos, so it’s time to start channeling my ideas into books.



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