Instagram ruined my love of photography
I haven’t taken my big Nikon D7000 out of its case in ages.
In fact, since I eagerly bought it two or three years ago, it’s barely been used at all. The reason, I keep reminding myself, is Instagram.
Years ago, I used to shoot a bucketloads of pictures on my DSLR and post them all on my blog. I’d organise photo outings with friends and spend many painstaking hours editing them for the site and worldwide admiration.
But since the arrival of Instagram that childlike enthusiasm has evaporated. I convinced myself that there was no point in shooting large format images for a cellphone screen.
But this morning — instead of digging around for a sorry excuse not to haul $1500 of the finest Japanese plastic and glass out of its case, I finally decided to fire off a few shots here and there for shits and giggles.
Feeling the satisfying thud of the mechanical shutter snap in the palm of your hand as you gently squeeze the release button is still as enjoyable as it always was; and thanks to Google allowing free access to their Nik Collection photo editing software — we now have a few pictures to post.
So although I have an Instagram account and will continue to use it reluctantly — it doesn’t satisfy my need for more. And that’s probably the story of social media as a rule. No one platform will work for everyone, so give yourself permission to find something, or a combination of things, that does.
Taking pictures of my Saturday morning shopping may not result in the world’s most arresting images — but these are pictures of hope and a possible solution to something that has been taunting me for ages.