To be perfectly honest, I know my photography skills are not exactly what they should be. I know I do not have the talent or the drive to become a good photographer. For instance, I am aware that sometime i just squander the film and chemicals, just to see if I have grown better skills or, by some miracle, I get better photographs. It happens, but there is a sinuous line here, with ups and downs, with failures following good images, and this is not a sign I really know what I am doing.
I guess this happens to many out there; it all seems to be the path finding effort, made by someone who is trying to get better at something, be that something photography, tomato growing or making bread. I am aware that it is all a long journey, one which has to be continuous and with the right focus in mind. True, they say the journey is the one that matters, not the destination, but this I challenge to be less than the truth in real life.
Journey may be very important, for the travel in foreign parts teaches you hardships and how to overcome the frustrations and lack of comfort or such; but I question the thing where they say the destination matters less. I don’t agree. One thing I know for certes: this road ahead is not mapped, and it does not have any markings.
So yeah, minding the destination is one of the most important things for me, at least when it comes to photography. I have yet to get a meaning of what exactly I want from this hobby, what exactly this hobby requires from me, what do I want to accomplish and most important, do I have the necessary stamina, determination, will and resolve to go ahead? No idea, not yet.
What I do know is that I enjoy every minute of it, and that so far the journey proved to be an interesting one, to say the least. Will this journey take me to the golden gates of knowledge and skill? Probably not in the near future, but I have my eyes set on that bloomin’ gate.