Aspirations are a good thing. In my 50s I thought that I wanted to become a professional photographer in my senior years and have that as my second career. Now that I’m a senior by someone’s definition and I still love and have a passion for shooting, but the desire to do it as a business or even worry about the title of professional is irrelevant.
I shoot because I like it and it makes me happy. I sometimes make other friends and family happy with them. I share them here and will be on my photo site once I get a few thousand more images uploaded and might be able to register with someone who I might not know yet.
I learned a long time ago when I started blogging that it’s not the numbers that matter to me. It’s the people like my daughter who said she read a post or two and liked the pictures or random thoughts once in a while. Or maybe someone I never met continuing to follow my ramblings and images week after week. It’s the feeling I get of possibly doing something I’m really pleased with. Be it a photo or thought or piece of artwork.
The joy is in doing the work and seeing something come together. Getting back from a shoot and the anticipation of something unique. Seeing a carving take shape. Learning how to write. All fun things.
I just wish I had more time to devote to the effort. A few minutes a day here and there is tough but if I didn’t love it I would have become frustrated and stopped long ago. Just like this blog, it’s a shell of what I hope to do in another year from now.
Random Thoughts of the Day
- I wonder if AI ran across my writings if it would crash the system.
- There are few better feelings than when an infant grandchild wakes and you get the chance to lift him out of bed and he smiles at me.
- I had to laugh at this article about (Woke and Chick-fil-A)
- I don’t know what I would do if they ever wanted me to return to the office to work. Well on second thought, I know what I would do.
- This has been a glorious weekend, but work beckons and the nocturnal life begins.
