Midnight Contemplation

   Hey... it's been a while. I have absolutely no idea why I'm writing other than I want to. Nothing to write about. Nothing to say.
   I'm having one of those cliche surreal moments where I think about my existence and where my place in the world is and if it's important or not.
   Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to say I don't matter, even though I really don't know if I do. I'm not thinking of it in a "no one loves me, if I died no one would care" kind of ways. More of a scientific way. In what way would the world be different If I'd never existed, or ceased to exist right now. Would someone's life fifty years from now some how be changed without his or her knowing? Would someone I know now but am not close to's life be any different than If I'd continued living but left in four months as planned. Would my sudden disappearance affect them in any way?
   Now... I'm thinking about what a jackass I am for writing that last paragraph. I mean really? The "I'm so tiny I don't even matter." spiel is overdone. I just need to eat my burger and watch some midnight TV and not affect the world in my little corner of it.

~Inddy

Sharing a Memory

So they way I see it. There are only two reason to take a picture. Those two reasons are to save a memory and share a moment with someone who can't be there first hand. As an aspiring (horribly) photo journalist, I should realize the more intricate aspects of the job description. So i say, "Why not both?" Why can't you share not only the moment but the memory as well? Some might say well because to have a true memory of the event, you have to be there in the flesh else it's just a story without words. The beautiful thing about photos is that that is exactly what they are; stories without words. I also believe that you can share the memory if the photo can properly tell the story of the event it's commemorating.

I'm extremely nervous about actually pursuing this field as a job or even serious pastime. To be good at photojournalism, you need to have a quality camera which costs money. Now the one thing that usually holds me back is that I can never remember to take pictures. I have my phone which takes decent photos for a beginner like myself, but I can't keep the conscious thought in my head that any and every moment is capturable. Of course lately I haven't really had many memorable moments. Mostly just day to day work etc. However, I'm in Hawaii. There is seriously something wrong with me as a writer and photographer is I can't find at least one thing to take a picture of and write about. So starting today, I'm going to try to be on the lookout for photo-ops and the like. I need to get better at this if I'm going to be taking this seriously enough to consider as a career. So since I said I'm starting today, what, you may ask, is my first piece going to be one. Well, at the risk of sounding narcissistic, myself. This article is my first step and first of many more in becoming what I want to be in life. So there you have it.


Oh yeah, a picture...