In the perfect world…

In the perfect world, I would get enough sleep to wake up an hour or two before sunrise. Every morning, because that’s my favourite time of day.
I would drink coffee without rushing, kiss my sleeping wife goodbye, and go out.

I wouldn’t have any doubts about where I want to go and what or why I want to photograph. My favourite subjects and photo opportunities would appear in the front of me regularly, and the light would be perfect.
I would always have my camera on hand and never miss an opportunity for the shot.

I would return from every photo walk feeling satisfied and fulfilled.

Selecting and editing my photos would be super easy.

I wouldn’t doubt that I’m getting better at the whole thing. I’d have bad days, for sure, but I wouldn’t mind and understand that it's a part of the game.

I wouldn’t lose sleep over doubts about whether what I’m doing makes sense.

After editing, I would share the selected photos online. I would always pick the right ones with no doubt.
Right after posting, people would comment on my work, starting discussions and thoughts exchange. My audience would grow.

I would print the best photos immediately for personal use and archive them. I’d make double backups, as a part of every day routine.

In my free time from photography, I would write. I would write about photography and more. About life, art, everything I’m passionate about. I would write on a blog, or maybe a book. For the press or online purposes.
I would never ran out of topics and time.

It would be possible to have a decent life from it, and even to save for later. And to travel.

I would meet with like-minded people, online and in real life. We would discuss photography and art over coffee and cake.
Instead of copying, we would inspire each other. Each of us would have own style, so we wouldn’t need to imitate each other.
Each of us would also be certain of our place in the process, and no one would have to compete for a better one.

If I needed solitude, I would simply lock myself in my studio for hours or take the dog for a long walk in the forest or on the beach.
I wouldn’t have trouble finding a peaceful, secluded place.

I would live in the rhythm of the four seasons, not waiting for each one to come.
I would be at peace with the fact that time flows slowly in cold and rainy days, and warm summers pass quickly.
I would like it, because it would mean that I’m still alive.

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