I noticed that despite our trip to Ireland this past June, I did not pick up my camera much this summer. I followed some of my favorite photographers, photography groups, and pages reluctantly on Facebook, admiring the beautiful pictures and getting frustrated the same. I scoured through endless shots on Flickr, doing the same. I doubted and questioned my skills and abilities. My main question was why do I keep doing this? Is it just to fulfill a void where writing creatively used to fill? Or was it more than that? Was I given this gift to showcase my world view? Then my questions started to shift a bit because I was at a point where I wanted to define my creativity. I wanted to assert my photography into a specific category. I realize now, though, that I can't seem to do that just yet. I reflected a bit the past week thinking about what I do love to take pictures of and what I look for, myself, in a good picture. I love taking pictures of other people in candid moments or ba...
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