Why I’m A Closet Photographer, Even In Public

This isn’t something I like or am proud of, and I need help.

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I’m still taking photos in private.

And when I’m outside, I generally wait until nobody’s around to point my camera at a few leaves.

Why? Because I know they won’t understand why I’m doing what I’m doing. They’ll think I’m weird.

But they just don’t get it. I mean, look at this tree. The whole image. It’s beautiful.

Why didn’t I have to fight through a swarm of photographers jostling to get the perfect photo of this natural phenomenon?

I notice the beauty in things people walk past without giving a second glance. And more than notice — I stop. Or, at least, I want to stop.

I know I’ve missed so many moments of beauty simply because I’m scared of being seen to take photos.

It’s ridiculous. Utterly stupid. I feel a fool writing this.

So what’s the answer?

I know the answer. So do you. We all know it.

It goes something like this:

  • Nobody’s bothered about the fact you are taking photos.
  • Your perceptions of other's thoughts are just that: perceptions…

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