My father has become somewhat of a photographic prodigy in his old age (just kidding Dad! You're not old!), so I convinced him that before I move to Nepal to attend photography school, I needed a few lessons on how to use this giant camera that I now posses.
I'm not yet pro, but here's what I got from my first lesson.
Here is the spring coming out of the cavern. I love how water carves out a path for itself wherever it wants to go. Sometimes I want to be like water, free to flow wherever... but I don't want to be like water, always choosing the path of least resistance, because I know that it is that resistance- those challenges- that draw me to my knees and make me who I am.
Quality? Not so much. Hilarious. Yes indeed.
Fraternal Twin Pathways!
They are going the same direction, with all the same turns, but they are doing it so differently.
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| I am not sure what this bridge was for. It had a purpose, I'm sure, but it did not seem to lead anywhere... |
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| An old grain mill. |
I think that it is safe to say that I still have a long way to walk down the path to being a skilled photographer, but after my first lesson, I feel like I am making strides in the right direction.
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