Sorry, Mr. Hobo...

I recently took up photography. Being largely self-taught, I often have to play around to get the kind of shot I want... which means a large number of my shots are throw-aways. I'm learning though. Part of that learning process is looking at other photographer's work. Aside from being just blown away by the talent out there, I examine their shots and try to figure out how they got them. I look for the light and the camera angle and try to determine if they used a reflector or not...and all sorts of other things that are not interesting to anyone who is not a photographer. Every so often, though, I see shots that make me want to do something drastic...some might call it "dramatic". I disagree. I am in no way dramatic. It is not at all dramatic to want to find a hobo and give him my camera, giving up photography all together. It is also not dramatic to imagine that said hobo might then become a famous street photographer, and that he might come to live in a modest apartment on top of a soup kitchen that he runs off of the proceeds from his thriving photography business...and that I might spend my days, cold and alone...and camera-less.

Not dramatic at all.

However, today, I didn't run into any hobos, so me and my camera are together to shoot another day. But, there's always tomorrow...