At this moment I don’t have a camera. My phone has one, but like all smartphones the battery is always dead when you want to make that perfect picture.
I really need to buy one. Some of my friends have those professional looking camera’s with fancy applications. For me a simple light one would work. I have no clue how to use it otherwise.
I want to take pictures because it’s such a nice moment, but I find it difficult to really capture the moment with the camera. So I take 1 photo, another one, 5 photos, 9 photos, till I eventually have 15 photos of the same subject, but still no satisfaction.
The other day my computers memory reached its limit with almost 10.000 pictures. So I started deleting pictures. I went to London 3 times, so I have 3 times 15 pictures of the Big Ben. I don’t think I ever looked at the pictures again after I took them. So I deleted 44 pictures and kept one to remember. The same for the Sagrada Familia in Barcelona. Beautiful cathedral, but besides it being my desktop picture many years ago, I never looked at the photos again.
While I was browsing through my pictures I noticed I loved the imperfect ones the most. Those with the sincere smiles, while you have your eyes half closed, your friends hair looks untamed and another one looks like she needs to pee. But still, it’s the picture that captured the moment perfectly. So instead of trying to get the perfect shot of the perfect moment, I prefer to participate rather than to have some false attempts to a picture while others enjoy the moment.
Though I don’t think those imperfect pictures should be shared on Facebook. Especially in this era there should be something like a friendship clause that forbids it, isn’t there?
Dit-oui 