taking pics...

I hadn’t realized until now how much I love taking pictures.  

The problem….

For one, I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m not good at it!  In fact, I know I have to admit… I suck!  

Everyday, I run into something that I think would make a great picture.  But what my eyes see and what my camera captures are totally different.  

The reason… could it be my camera?  I have been using a disposable camera since they first came out.  Sometimes, I’ve gotten one or two good pictures out of them.  But most of the pics would have definitely been better if taken with a good camera.  I recently bought myself a digital camera.  As of yet (since my computer doesn’t recognize the camera and I can’t download my pictures to my computer), I haven’t taken my digital camera to Walgreens to download them to a CD.  I don’t know how well those pictures are going to come out.

I would like to invest on a good camera.  But I think to myself, what for?  My pictures aren’t that good anyway!    When I see the beautiful and creative pictures that people have taken, I admire them and wish I had that kind of creativity and eye for it.  

And yet I come across another little problem…I’m very insecure about myself.  What does that have to do with taking pictures?  Well, just today for instance, I wanted to take a picture of this huge tractor taking a pile of dirt up a dirt hill in the middle of downtown.  It looked like it would make an interesting picture.  So I pulled out my little disposable camera and just as I’m about to try and take the picture, I turned around and saw that someone was looking right at me!  That’s all it took…I felt stupid and embarrassed and I put my camera back in my purse and left.  Another time, I saw a couple of luggage on a window display.  It just so happened that the sunlight hit the window in a certain way and created a shadow of the word “travel” stretched across both bags.  I thought that was pretty cool.  But again, I was too embarrassed to stop and take the picture.  

I see many people (whether they are tourists or not) taking pictures every day.  So why do I feel uncomfortable doing what I like to do?  Maybe I’m embarrassed of my little disposable…I don’t know.

Then again, I guess it’s just me!