I really hate the hiccups. The only way I know that usually works to successfully rid myself of those pesky things is by holding my breath. Only this time I didn’t stop holding my breath for a while. I never really did those contests while swimming that many kids seemed to do to see who could hold their breath the longest. It’s a curious feeling, I must say, to not breath, know that you should, and yet you don’t want to, for whatever reason.
Photography class is going alright. We were given an outline and from what I can tell, quite a bit of this is going to be a repeat of stuff I already know. I should have expected, it’d be like that with any graphics classes I took. At least, any that I could get into, since you need the lower ones to get into the higher ones. We are doing a little bit of film photography right now which is nice, since I haven’t used a film camera in forever. My teacher was waving around a digital Canon SLR yesterday and I was, admittedly, nearly having a seizure. I wanted to take it from him and run. I want one of those cameras so bad, ugh. XSi wouldn’t be too bad, but the 7D would probably make me cry with joy.
Something I can admit I have never done.
So, I know for sure I want to be a photographer. And not just any kind of photographer. If you were to average out all of the people that are in this profession, I’m pretty sure the majority of them would only take the pictures like you see in newspapers and such places, but that’s not what I want to do. If you look at deviantART, those artists, that’s what I want to do. As a photographer, I want to be an artist, too. I want to put creativity and thought into my pictures that goes beyond the usual “Oh, this is good lighting! Move a little to left, please, thank you.”
As much as I hate life, I am a firm believer that it, life, the world in general, is a very beautiful thing. I want to capture those beautiful moments for other people, as well as for myself, to remind me that things can work out sometimes.
But not only that, I want to capture the bad moments. The things that I will try to block out. Because those are going to be the moments that I will learn from, and the more vivid I remember them, the better. Although this aspect will be more personal, because I don’t think there is anyone who would hire a photographer for the depressing things in their lives.
This is what I want to do. I probably won’t make a whole lot of money as a freelance photographer, and I’ll end up working in a place like a restaurant or a gas station the rest of my life to ensure the bills are paid on time, but that’s okay. I want this to be my career, no matter how difficult. We’re told to choose careers based on what we want to do, what we can do, not what will make us the most money anyway. And this is it. For me, at least.
1. What do you do to get rid of hiccups?
2. What do you want to be when you “grow up”?
3. If you could have one thing in the world, what would it be?