thought 03
I started taking photos a month ago or so.
People kind of like my stuffs. Most of them are photograph/painter wannabes. I have also showed my works to more experienced photographers, they like my captures but don't find them extraordinary.
It reminds me the time I drew. My pictures really stood out, so it was nice. I remember lots of draughtsmen who could draw well but without radiance. They were not ignored but considered as sources of inspirations. They were those who worked the more (finding ideas) and earned the less (they stuffs were copied and improved).
I started to take photographs to keep souvenirs of Paris. But sometimes, I feel that it could be a bit more, and when I go any further, I encounter hindrances. And these difficulties--with no connection at all with what I was looking for by taking pictures--can make me stop shooting.
