Queer Diaries

It has been a week since I wrote my last entry into this blog of mine. Time does fly by quickly. I browsed a bit my photo album today, dating all the way back to 2001, when I got my first digital camera. What struck me most is not the aging that one can notice on my face or the faces of my loved ones, but the fact that many of events depicted on these photos do not seem so far away at all. Few weeks only, I’d say. But count years instead of weeks, in reality.

Yeah, I do like shooting photos. It’s basically about saving, preserving life, freezing a moment in time (the way I saw it) for later usage, for revival. With a bit of exhibitionism in it, I presume. Just like blogging. Even though it takes much more time to write a decent blog than to make a snapshot of a moment worth remembering.

Unfortunately, there is not much to photograph in January and February, winter is still around and forests are left fully naked and leafless out in the cold. Sky is occasionally clean, on those freezing days when cold Asian winds blowing all the way from Siberia scatter the clouds around, but much more often is just plain grey, dark and foggy, with hidden Sun no brighter than a midnight Moon.

Oh, yeah, I neither pretend nor intend to be an artist. I’m just an amateur that simply wants to learn how to make good photos (or at least photos better than those I used to shoot before), to have fun and feel good while shooting and to have fun and feel good when browsing photo album, reminiscing memories. I did read several books about digital photography and learned something about selecting and combining elements, but, I never edit my photos (except for resizing purposes, okay). No Photoshop around here, no playing with contrast, brightness or saturation on the photo.
Just WISIWYG – What I see is what you get. :)