When I look at the “About Me” section of a photographer’s website, it’s often so dry and concise that even a desert cactus would ask for water.
“I was born here. I bought this. I studied there. Now I’m here. I’m good, but I want to be better.”
Yes, sir! It’s like reading a military report where the sergeant acknowledges with a firm nod that the recruit was born on time, purchased a camera, and learned something.
If I wrote about myself like that, it wouldn’t be me at all. Because if photography was just about megapixels and focal lengths, then a parking garage would be a thrilling attraction. But no, photography is so much more: failed shots, missed compositions, pockets accidentally photographed instead of the night sky, and the realization that “perfect exposure” is a mythical creature someone once claimed to have seen, but no one has ever provided credible proof of its existence.
So if I’m introducing myself, I’m not going to do it like a lifeless resume summary, but in a way that makes it clear: I’m not just a photographer, I’m also a person.
The kind of person who once took 3,000 photos in four hours on a trip, only to be asked afterward:
– “Did the shutter button get stuck?”
The kind of person who sometimes feels this isn’t for them because professionals effortlessly produce stunning images, while I sometimes spend days working on a composition, only for it to end up as digital waste.
The kind of person who spends every spare minute on this, walks 10 kilometers without taking a single shot, and who scares lost hikers at night because they think some supernatural phenomenon is flashing in the darkness. (But really, it’s just me trying to capture a springtail in focus.)
So yeah, this is what a photographer’s life looks like – or at least, mine does. 😊