Still haven’t gotten started on the photo project [Recommitment]. Or written any more Off Topic posts. I’ve even fallen off on gratuitous cat snapshots. Where will the Internet find cute cat pictures if I don’t supply them?
I couldn’t begin to tell you where my time goes. Folks out there have careers and compete. I don’t have a job and ride once a week. Free time ought to be accumulating around me like dust bunnies.
Part of the delay is hopeless despair brought on by professional envy. One of the riders at our barn is professional photographer Meg McKinney [website, Facebook]. Last weekend, she took photos at the show. (She was off grounds for my classes. I’m in the background for one but ain’t gonna tell you. I look awful.) Show album here. The choice of subjects. The timing. The focus. The composition. The color. The … everything. This is what happens when one has a real photographer behind the wheel.
With practice, I can get better. I’ll never be good. Not like that. You could give me a camera set-up that costs more than my car, a year of intense instruction, and I still wouldn’t be a visually expressive person.
Grumble. Gripe. Grouse.
Perhaps next week the life fairy will fly through with magnetic pixie dust that magically pulls my act together.