There’s No Right Way of Doing This

The other evening, I met up with my dear friend Julia for an evening to talk, eat, and enjoy some photography together. We walked around by the Legislative Building, and went down to the river, taking pictures of anything that caught our attention.

It was an absolutely beautiful evening, and I loved sharing one of my favorite hobbies with her.

What kept impressing itself upon me repeatedly was that although we were in the same place, often taking pictures of the same thing, we both have completely different ways of seeing things.

Juls loves to focus on the close-up stuff, while I am newer at this whole photography thing, and am still shooting all over the place, trying to get a feel for everything, and often feeling a little lost with my fancy new camera.

But when I mentioned this feeling to Julia, she reminded me that there’s no “right way” to do photography. It’s supposed to be art, and art can be whatever you want it to be.

For the rest of the evening, I kept thinking about Burt on “Mary Poppins” – he sings that song about his artwork, and says, “I draws what I likes, and I likes what I sees.”

Photography is such a powerful way of saying, “This is me. This is what I like, this is what the world looks like through my eyes.”

I learned to appreciate nature from my dad. He is always pointing out things he finds beautiful, and he was always thrilled when I would bring in branches of apple blossoms or berries from the trees in our yard. He said it showed how much I noticed things like that.

And I have always loved finding beauty in my surroundings, but I feel like photography enables me to share it with others. For that one moment when someone sees a picture I took, they are seeing the same beauty I see, too.

Maybe they wouldn’t have seen it if I didn’t point it out by taking a picture.

Maybe they would have rushed by without taking a second glance.

Sometimes I rush by, too. That’s the best part of taking an evening just to take pictures.

We walked slow, and looked long, and found treasure after treasure.

And slowly, I’m finding freedom in expressing myself in this way – in my way, whatever way it happens to be.


Some of you know about my new-found love for making floral arrangements. I’ve actually always loved doing it, but I used to only use real flowers – I’d hack off huge branches of apple blossoms or lilacs from my parents’ trees and make wonderful creations. I remember my dad commenting on how many branches I’d cut off his trees, but he’d always be very encouraging about my way of enjoying the beauty of nature…

Anyway, now I’ve discovered fake flowers, and I’m loving it. Here’s my latest creation:

I’ve been told that I should take this whole thing to a new level, and start my own business, but that idea is kind of amusing to me, seeing as I have no training whatsoever. I just have a lot of experience with apple blossoms and lilacs.

So now I’m stuck, loving a really expensive hobby, and living in a really small house – really, how many arrangements can I fit in it? (How many do I actually want to fit in it? Things could get kind of excessive…)