Reflection

We've had our last class, submitted the final project, and held the last critique. I look back at photo I and kick myself in the ass for not taking it sooner. Sure, there was a lot of work involved- learning my camera, long night in the dark room, 50 sheets of photo paper to one assignment- And I won't lie in saying I was a little happy never to have to process film again.

But, beyond all that, I wish I took photo earlier, not waiting till senior year, spring semester. It was a different medium of art for me, one that I could have experimented with. Looking at other people's projects, there is still so much I want to work with. I loved Amanda self-portraits and want to continue to work with that, utilizing the environment I am in. Not focusing so much on the subject, but the place of interest.

The class has affected me, I am much more conscious of what photos I take and what the frame captures. I want interesting pictures, not solely the typical photos I have taken in that past. Chances are, I'll move onto a digital camera in place of my moms manual. But... sometimes down the road a photo class seems highly possible.

I know I'll be in the dark room- probably tonight, making some extra prints for the family and mother's day coming up. So I guess, even after the class is over, photo isn't.