Once every few months or so I pull out my camera and decide it’s time to practice taking pictures/being a blogger.
I bought my camera shortly before I moved to London, in a delightful time in my life where I was working full time and could buy things like fancy cameras. I had a one-on-one session with the camera guy where he said a whole bunch of things that made absolutely no sense to me, and proceeded to take pictures on Auto for at least a year.
To this day, my camera continues to perplex and frustrate me. Shouldn’t I be smart enough to handle settings and flashes and whatsits?
Shouldn’t it be more intuitive?
I think, in reality, photography is another aspect of my life that I haven’t devoted very much time to and thus just write it off as “not for me.” I was having a conversation with my brother recently about how I’m terrible at real life things like printers and health insurance and such and he kind of laughed and said, “Jill, no one’s inherently good at these things. You have to practice.” Then he pointed out how I spend zero energy on “real life” tasks, and thus my real life skill level is exactly what I’ve put into it.
This is not for me.