Becoming a Photographer

This semester, I’ve been in a basic photography class, where we shoot on film and develop and print all our own photos in the darkroom. After the first day, I got the hang of developing and printing down quickly. I know when I need to burn down some light spots, dodge some dark ones, or expose for a few more seconds. I’ve become an automaton when developing, to the point where I don’t even think about what I’m doing anymore. Because of this, I’ve been making decent prints and getting good grades.

But I haven’t felt like a photographer. I haven’t loved any of my pictures, and I’ve pretty much just been printing the photos that best meet the requirements of the assignment. While others struggled with their prints and worked hours after I turned my prints in, I actually envied them, because their photos captured these amazing moments. They were interesting and exciting, and I almost stole a few to frame and hang in my room to look artsy. I felt like a lab technician around a bunch of creatives. 

Today, though, I started printing my photos for my final project: a five photo story about any event – I photographed my five-year-old cousin’s soccer game on Saturday. Looking at my pictures today, I finally saw it. I finally saw interesting, exciting pictures – pictures I would have envied someone else for taking – pictures where you forget someone is behind the camera. While they aren’t masterpieces, I can see that I am getting better, and I’m proud of myself for finally advancing at the part of photography that doesn’t require just being technically smart. 


Now if I can only convince someone to give me a DSLR so I can keep getting better….a Nikon D90, perhaps?

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