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Think Less = Great Photo(?)
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Do I think too much when taking photos?
Here is the problem : I know that I shouldn't think way too much when using my camera, because I believe that the photos will lost their own magic. I believe that there is a different between good photo and great photo.
When I see photos some masters have taken, I will say it in my mind : their photos have good technique, perfect timing, expensive stuffs, and I know it is true that they make good photos.
But all I wanna do is to make a great photo : one photo that when common people see it they will just say : beautiful, I get what you mean, I love this picture. I want to take that kind of photos, not by what kind of expensive tools I have, but seems like I lost in this thing. I keep on thinking, when capturing hard moments, this way : I wish I had that kind of lens, I wish I had that kind of flash, I wish I had that kind of camera, blah blah blah.
And most of my photos are stage photos, because, in some ways, I'm interested in the magic of stages. And I know most of my photos aren't good (or great) too.
I remember my teacher said that when you don't edit your photograph because it is actually a good (or great?) photo, you are a photographer. So I tried not to edit my photos... and it is a real hard thing to do. Hhh.
And I remember my friend said that we don't have to have expensive cameras to take good (or great?) pictures because he told me that in one competition he joined, the winner was someone who took the picture by his camera phone...
So I think I have to think less... right?
Here is the problem : I know that I shouldn't think way too much when using my camera, because I believe that the photos will lost their own magic. I believe that there is a different between good photo and great photo.
When I see photos some masters have taken, I will say it in my mind : their photos have good technique, perfect timing, expensive stuffs, and I know it is true that they make good photos.
But all I wanna do is to make a great photo : one photo that when common people see it they will just say : beautiful, I get what you mean, I love this picture. I want to take that kind of photos, not by what kind of expensive tools I have, but seems like I lost in this thing. I keep on thinking, when capturing hard moments, this way : I wish I had that kind of lens, I wish I had that kind of flash, I wish I had that kind of camera, blah blah blah.
And most of my photos are stage photos, because, in some ways, I'm interested in the magic of stages. And I know most of my photos aren't good (or great) too.
I remember my teacher said that when you don't edit your photograph because it is actually a good (or great?) photo, you are a photographer. So I tried not to edit my photos... and it is a real hard thing to do. Hhh.
And I remember my friend said that we don't have to have expensive cameras to take good (or great?) pictures because he told me that in one competition he joined, the winner was someone who took the picture by his camera phone...
So I think I have to think less... right?
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Why did you raise your hand?
3 min read
Tell me. Please. And ugh.
I just got back from a trip. A 5 days trip to Yogyakarta. I went on Wednesday and got back on Sunday.
I went, by train, with Stevani. Just both of us. Yeeees, do you know that to go travel with your own FRIEND and not your FAMILY is kinda (I mean, REALLY) exciting?
But I think the trip was annoying. Ugh.
I can stand with few annoying things -which unnecessary to tell ya that here.
But the worst is the fact that I had to go home to Jakarta with Stevani's brother.
I mean, we went to Yogyakarta, and when we shoulda get home, I had to get home with someone else. Someone I didn't know. Someone I didn't even ever meet. Stevani just told me on Saturday. Her brother had to get back as soon as possible, because he's just graduated and has lot of things to do about his university. And he didn't prepare yet(!!!) about the ticket to go home and soooo Stevani's mother told to use Stevani's ticket so her brother could go home.
And he came late. The train was about to leave at 10. I was there at 9.30 AM and her brother, B, came at 09.53 (for your info, I looked at my watch when he came. I almost cried there, in station. I kept on thinking 'Oh Jesus, why do I have to get a fate like this? Please?')
And we should only spend 7 and 1/2 hours in the train. But it changed as the electricity in the train turned off. We stopped at certain station, I don't know exactly, and the employers of the train tried to make the lamps, and more important, AIR CONDITIONERS, work. Perfectly. (really, they tried to make the AC on. It once went on. And when the train was about to leave, it turned off again. It happened for about 3 times.)
And because it was very hot in the train, so when B came back from his smoking thingy (I have to admit, he was really stink because of the cigarettes.) with his sweaty body, he... raised his hand and putting it behind his head as he sat with his casual position (which, made me couldn't move too much. It hurted my back so much.) And then... I smelled the most. beautiful. God. damn. nice. scent. from his armpit. I was about to lose consciousness. And about to throw up, too.
One big damn question : Did you really have to move your hands up? While sweats covered up your body? Ugh.
When I got to Gambir Station and met my family there, my mom said "If you tell me on that Saturday morning that you would come home with B, I actually could manage one air plane ticket. I know the economy classes must be full, but I'm sure that the tickets for business class were still left. But because you told me on Saturday night, I could do nothing."
Really, I think I am really gonna jump from Everest.
However, I got pictures in Yogyakarta. Despite all the bad lucks there, I can still show something to people. Well, you can see in my gallery. Feel free to comment
I just got back from a trip. A 5 days trip to Yogyakarta. I went on Wednesday and got back on Sunday.
I went, by train, with Stevani. Just both of us. Yeeees, do you know that to go travel with your own FRIEND and not your FAMILY is kinda (I mean, REALLY) exciting?
But I think the trip was annoying. Ugh.
I can stand with few annoying things -which unnecessary to tell ya that here.
But the worst is the fact that I had to go home to Jakarta with Stevani's brother.
I mean, we went to Yogyakarta, and when we shoulda get home, I had to get home with someone else. Someone I didn't know. Someone I didn't even ever meet. Stevani just told me on Saturday. Her brother had to get back as soon as possible, because he's just graduated and has lot of things to do about his university. And he didn't prepare yet(!!!) about the ticket to go home and soooo Stevani's mother told to use Stevani's ticket so her brother could go home.
And he came late. The train was about to leave at 10. I was there at 9.30 AM and her brother, B, came at 09.53 (for your info, I looked at my watch when he came. I almost cried there, in station. I kept on thinking 'Oh Jesus, why do I have to get a fate like this? Please?')
And we should only spend 7 and 1/2 hours in the train. But it changed as the electricity in the train turned off. We stopped at certain station, I don't know exactly, and the employers of the train tried to make the lamps, and more important, AIR CONDITIONERS, work. Perfectly. (really, they tried to make the AC on. It once went on. And when the train was about to leave, it turned off again. It happened for about 3 times.)
And because it was very hot in the train, so when B came back from his smoking thingy (I have to admit, he was really stink because of the cigarettes.) with his sweaty body, he... raised his hand and putting it behind his head as he sat with his casual position (which, made me couldn't move too much. It hurted my back so much.) And then... I smelled the most. beautiful. God. damn. nice. scent. from his armpit. I was about to lose consciousness. And about to throw up, too.
One big damn question : Did you really have to move your hands up? While sweats covered up your body? Ugh.
When I got to Gambir Station and met my family there, my mom said "If you tell me on that Saturday morning that you would come home with B, I actually could manage one air plane ticket. I know the economy classes must be full, but I'm sure that the tickets for business class were still left. But because you told me on Saturday night, I could do nothing."
Really, I think I am really gonna jump from Everest.
However, I got pictures in Yogyakarta. Despite all the bad lucks there, I can still show something to people. Well, you can see in my gallery. Feel free to comment
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