I've spent hours deciding what camera I'm going to 'invest' in for the weddings I'm shooting next summer. I've also decided using the word 'invest' is sort of silly and I hate when I read the word on Instagram or blogs because it always reads like a person is trying to validate themselves for buying whatever they're indulging in. I feel exactly that way when I say that I'm investing in a crazy expensive camera body over Black Friday and when I say that I invested a pair of genuine leather boots after I nearly bought a third pair of Target ones in that many months. But, truly, I expect I'll be wearing these puppies until I'm 35. And just one wedding will return the price of my camera so, #yolo and stuff.
I've spent afternoons writing. Really writing. 18 page essays galore. And I've been proud of my work.
I've spent more time out of my apartment than in it.
I've spent almost no time taking pictures with my SLR and my life this semester exists in my iPhone photostream. I've realized I'm really okay with this. Life behind the lens can be wonderful and make me slow down to see the details of a moment, but it can also lead to forgetting the big picture of things. Lately I've been really happy in front of the camera in the moment, remembering these vivid details of happiness while they're here.