So I decided to take the bike out on the open road today. Funny thing is I always check the radar before I go. An even funnier thing was it started to rain. I thought this was hilarious because I am on a racing bike with no tread on my tires. That is how these things go. So as the cold water was hitting me, I kept thinking how great it is I am out while it’s raining. And my toes are numb. But I also thought when you race, you have no choice what the weather is going to be that day. You just get out there and do it. I remember one triathlon I competed in, started off with a huge thunderstorm. Now grated they postponed the start, but it happened to be my first half-Ironman. I was nervous enough and then there was lightning to worry about. I am hopeful my races will be full of beautiful weather, but one never knows when competing in May and June. It’s tricky.
I also tried Twitter out for a few months. And today I deleted my account. I just didn’t think it was for me. I wasn’t sure how to approach things, whether it be all about photography, or more personal. I felt like I was babbling and putting too much emphasis on the wrong things. I began to care about who was following me and how many followers I had and why someone would unfollow me. So enough. I have flickr, this spot and my americana site (which has been terribly neglected). I feel like if I have enough to say I should probably write a blog post.
I have to remind myself, it doesn’t matter who or what likes my work, although I thank all of you who do. Or, how many people follow me or leave comments, although I appreciate all of you who do. I need to remember I have to be proud of what I show you, what I shoot from my camera. It has to fill me with such raw emotion…I either want to cry or bust at the seams with excitement when I post something. So for me, I need to work on my work. And focus on why I have this space in the first place. And continue to shoot with passion. Seems silly for some, but for me it’s important.