I am fearless with a camera. If I knew what I was doing even half the time, I probably wouldn’t do it. If I had understood all of the rules I was breaking when I started, I’d have never pushed the button, never edited an image, and certainly never shown another living soul the hot messes I was wrecklessly creating.
But I did. And I’m grateful.
I’m too careful in so many areas of life. I overthink shit. I worry. I imagine so many outcomes that I run out of drive before I ever get started. And if I’m honest, I’ve always been this way...at least as far back as I can remember. Some people call it the censor, the inner critic, or the worry wart. I call it annoying.
I took these photos this morning. They will be part of my ongoing series The baby made me do it! And I’ve grand plans for them and percolating seeds of brilliant text. But nothing is quite “there” yet.
But if I wait for my muse, these images may never see the light of my blog. And if I try to force my words, same thing.
So here’s where fearless photographer meets anal writer halfway. My compromise is to just put it out there...with a bit of self-involved whining. My hope is to inspire you to get over yourself, too. Not selflessly, mind you. But because I could use the company.
Take the leap and let’s spill some wine together. C’mon...you know you want to!
