I laughed until I snorted at this one
Obviously everyone is a photographer (especially on tumblr), and then there are the people who immediately say ‘well, you’re not getting paid for your photos, so you’re not a photographer’.
Well, how do you know? I realize that you see this person write things on the internet so that must mean you know everything about them. Do you really know what they do or do not get paid for? Are they supposed to make a post in big bold writing saying I GET PAID TO TAKE PICTURES? Even then, would you believe them if that were the case? Is that supposed to be their bio? Or if they wrote “I’m a professional photographer” in their blog description would it convince you any more? No. You would immediately go and scoff at them for calling themselves a photographer when you think they don’t get paid when in all honesty you don’t fucking know, now do you?
I see people who are paid to take pictures whose pictures are lackluster at most; they’ve never taken a photo that catches my eye. Just because they’re paid to do it doesn’t mean they’re talented. Look at Brokencyde.
Then there are those who take photos just because. They take time to process their photos and write a little whatever about it and people like it and it literally makes me stop scrolling and just study the picture and try and figure out the technical details of the photo. And those people may or may not be getting paid. This might make them a photographer, this might make them someone who enjoys doing something purely because they like it.
Point is: who the fuck cares?
Do what you want. And whether I get paid or not is not an issue (although whether I have or not has been brought up in passing in this blog). I don’t feel like bragging all over the fucking internet about getting a check for money for doing something I already love. If I say it in a post, then I say it in a post. My choice. My blog. :)
This is most validation I will ever give you in the matter.
To be completely fair about this, I know that there are people who call themselves photographers who can’t take a decent photo to save their life. I just came across one that’s supposedly a paid photographer. Weird how that works.
And in posting all of this, somehow this will make me feel better about it and therefore I am now validating myself on the internet, thus making myself a hypocrite. And someone will reblog this saying I’m a shitty photographer or my words aren’t true or Brokencyde is a good band (please… do you people like them, really?!?!). And you will do the same thing, thus making my words true and making yourself a hypocrite.
Everyone seeks validation on the internet through a blog/twitter/myspace/facebook/whatever. If you don’t have those things, good for you. Guess we can’t all be as fantastic as you. But here you are spending your time lurking blogs anonymously and trying to get a rise out of people, thus trying to validate your thoughts via random emails/comments.
Have a good day!
ps. I stumbled upon you by randomly following links and reblogs tonight. I love your pictures. I’m not “a photographer” but I sure love my camera in my hand when my mind is cluttered or my soul is aching - it takes my brain somewhere else and makes the world clearer, even if just for a while.
I thought I would go to the Bead Shoppe on Christmas Day to finish up some things when there weren’t any customers. Then mom and I battled back and forth with her defending a “tradition” where we don’t leave the house Christmas day. I thought our family stuck together Christmas Eve and did church, dinner and a movie like EVERY year… but she maintains we aren’t allowed to leave the family group on Xmas either.
And now I’m sitting down here after being told to shut up and leave her alone while she sobs in her room.
What the FUCK.
It’s a hard time for Moms when her kids are getting older. I had my meltdown this year over trimming the tree because one was an hour late getting home for it and one snapped at me for being upset.
It wasn’t the hour late, it was the realization that this could possibly be the last year that we all get to do this together, and that makes me very sad as a mom. (but I sure didn’t help the Christmas Tree trimming memory by sobbing in my room but there’s no changing that…)
Christmas + Moms = dumb stress.
Go give her a hug and tell her you love her. The other reblogger was right, beads will always be there…
In exactly 3 hours my youngest turns 17.
I am old.
Someone I follow on tumblr put out the word that she had Google Wave invites and she let me have one (yay!)
I had sent all of mine out to friends, but now have 20 more.
If you’d like one, just respond with your gmail address and I’ll send you an invite
Who’d like one?
When I’m doing a particularly physically hard and dirty job it feels so very good to get in the shower when I’m done
When the hot water hits me in the shower I audibly say “aaaah” and it feel just so wonderful as the dirt and exhaustion leaves my body. It hit me today, this is probably how my house is feeling as I scrub the walls and floors.
How true is this??
Space / The Universe
Seriously, our galaxy alone has at least 200 billion stars. That’s 200 billion suns. Imagine all of the planets that are probably revolving around that sun.
Now think about the fact that there are hundreds of billions of galaxies in the universe (at least), and each of these galaxies probably have similar compositions to our galaxy.
And we have barely even explored the tiniest tip of it.
Think about it.
I think of these things often. That, and trying to wrap my head around “the end of the universe”. I mean… it HAS to stop somewhere, right? nothing goes on forever because well because a universe or multiple universes that go on FOREVER just are impossible. But if it ends… what’s after it? And what’s after that..? and so on
Boggles my mind I can’t even comprehend what the reality is.
My husband thinks that most women wear matching bra and panties everyday. I say that’s in his dreams—most women only match on special occasions. This poll is to see who’s right …
Click on your choice in red to see the results tabulated in our journal below.
Poll: Matching bra and panties?
Want to create a poll? Click here
My oldest daughter (21) explained this best to a bunch of men once. They too, thought that women wore matchign underwear and bras. She told them that was not possible since Women changed their underwear daily.
And the win goes to my daughter :)
We decided to organize some camera statistics from photos uploaded to Tumblr, and it revealed some interesting data:
One of the most surprising results is the dominance of photos taken with Apple’s Photo Booth application, which snaps photos from the built-in webcams in most Macs.
Entry-level SLRs are extremely popular among Tumblr photographers, especially Canon’s Digital Rebel series. The Digital Rebel XTi/400D is our most popular standalone camera. It’s a well-deserved position: the XTi is a great camera for a great price that introduced many people — myself included — to the world of high-quality photography.
Most Canon SLRs also record the Canon lens model used to take each photo:
The first and second are the new and old (respectively) “kit” lenses bundled with most Canon SLRs. The third-place lens, the 28-135mm f/3.5-5.6 IS USM, is frequently sold as part of a premium bundle for a few hundred dollars more than the standard kit.
The inexpensive 50mm primes are cumulatively the most popular non-kit lenses. This is also well-deserved: these lenses provide excellent optical quality for very little money.
Many people take photos with their mobile phones. Here’s how the top modern smartphone types break down:
Beyond the expected dominance of iPhone OS and BlackBerry devices, Palm’s webOS (Pre, Pixi) isn’t very popular among Tumblr users, but Android devices are gaining popularity.
But the real surprise was Apple’s role, including Photo Booth, in overall camera brands:
The popularity of Macs and iPhones is powerful enough to make Apple almost as popular as Nikon for Tumblr photography.
This was a fascinating read. Reblogging to have easy access to this post again in the future.