I've always pretty much done things that I've been sure of. But as I've gotten braver and stepped out in a few areas, I've done things that seem to produce embarrassment in me. This was more clear after it happened the second time.
I recently had two photos accepted into the High & Dry Photography show at the International Cultural Center at Texas Tech University. From what I've been told it is an honor to get one chosen. This is the second time I've entered and both times have gotten two out of five picked for the show. One of them I believe is an awesome photo. It's the other I have a problem with. Now that it's in the show, I'm struggling with it not being good enough.
I first picked two older shots that fit the theme. The next three were going to be harder. For the first time I decided to enter just what was resonating in my heart at the moment. Problem was there was no real focal point in any of the three. But the light was awesome. So I decided that I didn't care and put them in. Well, one of those was picked and now the battle rages inside me.
My experience a few months ago was a photo of my feet that took first place in a large show. I could go on about that but I won't. The one for High & Dry is weeds (grass) in the ditch…
It's really all relative. A different judge may not have picked either one.
Recently as I've look back through photos I took last year, I've come across some marked for the trash can and decided I really liked them now. . .
One year's trash may be the next year's treasure.
