Somewhere in the world of novice photography lies the invisible transition from photographer to artist, and once that threshold is crossed, the mind will explore anything and everything, seeking subjects to capture on its canvas.
Somewhere along the path of concentration lies the spot where focus is shattered, and all you want to do is pick up the camera and click, click, click.
This photo of two notebooks and a pencil was taken on one of those sunny afternoons when all I wanted to do was go outside for a walk. But I was bound to my books and the exam the next week. It was a beautiful day, really, and I could only stare from within and return to those dreary notes.
I then picked up my camera, arranged my notebooks and pen and started snapping away happily, oblivious to the world and the regimented area of study.
You can call me unmotivated, undisciplined, but who studies the four types of Hypersensitivity with vigor? Life isn’t just about schedules, people and trying to meet deadlines, as most have discovered and sadly realised. Life’s about the intricacies and nuances of everyday life, the wonder that spreads all over you when you discover something new, may it be just something small. Life’s about keeping memories and making sure your mental health is in good shape. Only then can you gather the strength needed to face the world outside.
It was within this essay that I realized that I needed to constantly count the number of words I wrote to make sure that it was enough. I never used to do that. Does proper planning and back-to-back activities stem creativity? Not to you, perhaps, but to me, one who is content to sit down and contemplate.
I took this photograph on a day with gorgeous weather outside, but I never went out of the house. Simple it is, with the theme of work, but it reminds me that life is never what you see, because it needs noticing.
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