“Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.” Sylvia Plath
Wherever I go, my camera comes along with me. It’s almost non-negotiable. I take my smaller mirrorless camera when it’s just me and E, and my big bulky dslr when someone is coming along with us (meaning, I might get a few seconds of free time where I can take photos without worrying about E scurrying off).
Yes, I am that annoying person who takes pictures of random objects and tries to re-position you so the light hits your face at a different angle. And because I’m still learning, I have to readjust the settings more than a few times before I’m satisfied (or somewhat happy) with the outcome of whatever it was I thought I was trying to get a shot of.
It’s not just the act of taking pictures that intrigues me (or maybe I should say the post-processing, which is actually what I enjoy the most). I’m drawn by the fact that we can easily capture priceless moments of our lives that may otherwise have faded in our memories.
The thing is though, sometimes I wonder if it’s better to leave the camera at home and just be in the moment. Live in the moment. And every so often, I do just that. But most of the time I end up thinking, “Damn, I wish I had my camera!”
So these days, I think it’s best to just take a camera with me and use it in moderation, so I don’t regret it later. (I’m pretty sure my family is rolling their eyes while reading this. Hi, guys! Sorry for sending you so many pictures all the time!) It’s not as bad of a habit as the smart phone addiction that people write articles about almost every week. But it’s similar in a way.
In my defense though, I feel like “living in the moment with a camera” can totally be a thing too.
But in any case, I wonder where the balance lies.
To bring or not to bring.
To capture the moment or live in the moment.
(Can’t we do both?)