Final Reflection
When I started this class, I was uncertain of how it would go. I liked photography, but I've struggled with it in the past. My problem was my high standards. Back in darkroom photography, I was never satisfied. I always needed more time; I always needed one more try to improve each picture. And even then, they were never perfect. Spending so much time on something, and still ending up disappointed, was extremely stressful for me. And I was worried that this class would go similarly. During the first few weeks of class, I thought my fears were confirmed. The camera I was assigned felt cheap and old and nothing like the digital camera my sister had used. Taking pictures around the school only discouraged me further. Everything was dull or blurry. The lighting was never right. Each image was full of distracting elements. My photos, like the faux flowers below, made me feel hopeless. I was taking bland pictures and it felt awful. One of my worst photos But I am nothing
