Wednesday, 14 October 2009

  • Leaving my first love...

    Discovering my love for photography opened a whole new world of possibilities for me. A picture is worth a thousand words, right? It didn't take long before the hours I used to spend writing turned into time for photo shooting and editing. No longer did I express myself through the words I wrote, but rather through the images I shot.

    The feelings of joy that surge through me when I capture a moment "just right," are inexplicable. Then I learned how to manipulate that image and make it perfect, just the way I want it. The final products often leave me beaming with pride... I learned how to capture a moment in time, how to make a memory visible, tangible. It's an amazing feeling, really.

    But today I realized, I left my first love behind when I took up photography.

    I have always loved writing, even from a young age. In fact, I won a short story writing contest waaaaaaay back in 4th grade. Don't ask about that though, the story is quite ridiculous. I feel like they selected it because it was "creative." But that's beside the point.

    The point is, writing has been a love of mine for a VERY long time. From pen and paper, to keyboard and monitor, writing and I have been through quite a lot together. The moments I was filled with rage, are scratched into old journals; pen strokes deep and messy, tell-tale of my anger-filled moments. The times when I was filled with sorrow are also penned in old journals, on paper stained with many tear drops. My happiest moments are also chronicled in such journals; joyous words find themselves mixed with smiley faces and hearts, indicative of my bliss. Even the mundane, normal life stories are written down. Many of these stories have been typed out on the computer as well; some written and posted for the world to see, some made private, written only for my sake.

    Oh gosh, I miss writing. Sure, a picture is worth a thousand word, but can taking a picture give me the therapy that writing can? Can taking a photo release the crazy emotions that well up within me? No! Writing is a release. Writing captures MY moments, while taking pictures captures the moments in others' lives. Photos can never capture what is going on on the inside of me. Writing is my way of showing the world exactly what IS going on in the very depths of me.

    Writing... I'm sorry I left you behind for a new love. You're an old and dear friend. I miss you, writing. So, I'm back. I promise I have room in my heart for both you and photography.  

    Pieces_of_a_Melody

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