I was driving on the way to work today attempting to take a picture of the scenery and I managed to drive myself into a post. Neither the car or me was hurt (or the post for that matter) and after all that i realized the stupidity in picture taking. It’s amazing what an accident can do to you these days…

Why does one take pictures? Generally to show other people their view on life. What I discovered today is who cares what others see. I can expect people to see things my way. I can show them millions of photos about the life i live and unless i am physically putting my eyes in their sockets they will never see what I see. 

People make scrapbooks and fill it with fancy paper and faded memories and yet scrapbooks miss the true essence of life. The rawness and the beauty that only comes from living it. Scrapbooks should be made of: the boredom of highschool, the beautiful rainy days and unnamable accidents. They should have the good, the bad, and the ugly; NOT the 39 cent paper backing with the fabricated beauty of their first day of school. If your going to make a scrapbook at least make it realistic, uncut and unsnapped. We should be remembering our whole life not just the good bits and pieces, who the heck wants to read a story that had no hardship, no difficulties, no bumps (or unsightly poles) in the road.

Photography is an art no doubt.  I love it. I enjoy it. I’ll still take pictures not to show people, but for me. I may be the world’s crappiest photographer and probably the worlds worst blogger but i honestly don’t give a damn. I think i’m finally on the road to being happy with myself just the way i am. The world is looking up…