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Photography is Not For Everyone

These days all you need to become a 'pro' photographer is a good deal of money, a good camera and a lot of spare time. There is hardly any quality to the pictures taken by the multitude of the 'professional photographers'. However the worst thing is that some of these even go fully professional. Naturally they keep their prices low and kick the more established and truly good photographers. So in the end what we get is a lot of low quality pictures. Looking at them you might say to yourself, "Nice" but they don't remain in your mind or they don't make you think later. Sure this kind of showcasing of talent is also good and certainly is better than turning to drugs. But the problem is that many of these budding 'photographers' give up their hobbies after a stint of a couple of months. Their cameras begin rotting in some forgotten shelf and the pictures synced to Dropbox and Flickr.

To truly focus on photography once needs to cherish and nourish the passion that is there. Just going out, focusing and adding lenses is clicking pictures not art. Composition is vital. Most of the budding amateurs I have seen start saying a lot about what they know or have read about in blogs. But what most lack is vital. Imagination. Without it even the best pictures will remain uncaptured. A good photographer can even take great pics with just a mobile camera. Conversely a person handling something like a Hasselblad may struggle with portraits. Check out some of my pictures here. Just hobby photography...


Keeping proper expectations and knowing one's limitations is important. Else you end up being just a joke. Take me for example. I admit I am no photographer. I just like to take pictures now and then. But I don't wish to take it up as a profession. It is NOT my passion. Does that mean I should not take pictures when I like to? No, sure as hell I can. In fact I should. But bragging about it and comparing myself with the honchos is not a good idea.

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