Day 9

     Today I hated photography for the first time. Hated. I am now different than all those hundreds of photographers you'll meet that say "I love what I do every day! I have the best job in the world!" blah, blah, blah.
     It's hard. And that's why I hate it. Cause I am a weenie. Photos or cameras do not always do what I want them to do, and it is incredibly frustrating. Today was one of those days where all of my endeavors were such. And I hate it. Thoroughly frustrated, I locked up my camera. I just laid on my floor for a while. And I figured out it is for the same reason that I hate photography sometimes that I love it all the time. There is so much you can do with it, so much you can experiment with it, even if it does not always do what you hoped. I still love photography. But maybe I will a little more in the morning.
     Here's my lame attempt at something I imagined turning out much cooler.

And if you have no idea what this is, think pine trees.