Almost on a whim, I signed up for the CHAR CO. Photography 101 Workshop last month, and got to spend the morning learning at their beautiful studio this weekend.
Between the class and the book I’m currently reading for book club, I’ve been thinking about how I always wanted to be an artist when I was little. I loved art, creating, writing – and I still do, but I’m rarely brave enough to commit to it or to identify myself as a writer, let alone an artist.
As we introduced ourselves and I listened to a few people introduce themselves as “an artist” I felt jealous, but in a motivated way that inspired me to make my life what I want it to be. I need to work harder at pursuing the things that I love, instead of settling for an office job because it’s easier and safer. My life is what I choose to make it.
I love great photography and poring over blogs, and I want to get better at photography so that 1) I can have pictures of my family that I LOVE and am proud of and 2) so that my blog will be more visually appealing.
When they talked about learning to love light — to see light and respect it — I was hooked. The composition and light part of photography thrills me, but it’s the DSLR basics that I need to buckle down and learn. I took pages of notes.
I would highly recommend the workshop to anyone who wants to learn how to use their camera or learn more about the art of photography. The people were super helpful, informative, and inspiring; the studio is stunning; and the atmosphere was relaxed and conducive to learning. And this is not a paid review, ha! I’m just a very enthusiastic consumer.
They ended with the Henri Cartier-Bresson quote, “Your first 10,000 photographs are your worst” and somehow that makes me feel better about posting my pictures. You’ll never get better if you never practice, and while these don’t look like much I am so proud of myself for taking pictures manually — instead of copping out and using the automatic setting LIKE I ALWAYS DO. Baby steps.
To top the whole thing off, they sent each of us home with an adorable little succulent. I was thrilled to the gills because I’ve been on a huge plant kick of late. (Ask Lance how many times I’ve said, “I just LOVE my snake plant!” since buying it a month ago.)
To top it off even more, I set the plant on top of my car while I was loading my armfuls of stuff into my car, and proceeded driving … even after I heard a noise on my roof that sounded like a sheet of ice. Weird.
When I eventually got to an intersection and had to stop, I heard what sounded like a giant sheet of ice sliding off my car, and then saw the cute plant tumbling down my windshield. Noooo. Got out of my car, thinking I could pick it up, because maybe terra cotta wouldn’t shatter when it rolls off a roof onto a road, RIGHT? It was shattered and scattered all over like a succulent murder scene, and I just hopped back in my car like a horrible person instead of cleaning it up, because I couldn’t even believe that just happened.
Have you ever driven off with stuff on your roof? I have done it before with drinks, but quickly remembered and was able to get them before they fell. This took the cake.