PERSPECTIVE: My journey into photography?

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Perspective

From “I can’t” to “I love it”: My journey into photography?

If you told me a few years ago that I’d enjoy photography, I probably would’ve laughed. Back then, it wasn’t my thing at all. In fact, my first real push into photography came in the most uncomfortable way possible, during my first relationship.

My ex-boyfriend used to get frustrated with me because I couldn’t take “good” photos of him. I remember feeling sad and confused. Why did it matter so much? Why did I have to do something I didn’t enjoy or feel confident in? It felt like I was being forced into something I just wasn’t good at, and for a while, that made me dislike photography even more.

But time has a way of shifting perspectives. After the relationship ended, I found myself thinking about photography again, this time on my own terms. I realized I didn’t want to take photos for anyone else’s approval. I wanted to do it for me. I’ve always loved nature, and the idea of capturing its beauty started to feel… peaceful.

So I began learning, slowly, patiently. I watched tutorials, practiced with whatever camera I had, and eventually, I saved enough to buy my first Canon DSLR. Holding that camera for the first time felt like reclaiming something. Photography wasn’t a chore anymore: it became a way to connect with the world around me.

Now, when I’m out in the mountains, by a river, or under a golden sunset, my camera feels like an extension of my eyes. I’m not taking pictures because someone told me to. I’m capturing moments because they move me.

What started as a point of frustration has turned into a quiet passion. And while I didn’t begin this journey to prove anything to my ex, I guess in a way, I proved something to myself: that sometimes, the things we resist the most can become the things we love the most, once we make them ours.

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