I enjoy photography. A lot. It’s caused me to look at the world differently. It’s caused me to truly see what I’m seeing. It gives me an outlet for the artist within; something that I didn’t have while raising and supporting a family.
For almost fifty years, I’ve waited for a time when I could just let my creativity freely fly. Raising a family and working at a career takes time and focus. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret a second of my life before retirement.
But now it’s my turn. My time. I cherish it.
So today, when I was told that taking pictures is all I think about, it hurt.
The implication was that I don’t do much of anything else productive. And he’s embarrassed when I see a photo-op in public and I pull out my camera to capture it.
Maybe I am obsessed with photography. So be it. I’ve learned that to really do something right, I need to be immersed in it.
My turn!
