An embarrassing number of months ago, I purchased my first grown up camera. It is a DSLR and came with two different lenses and even a bag and strap. Ever since, I have let it sit on my dining room table, glaring at me and intimidating me. Every once in awhile I tell myself not to be scared of an inanimate object and I pick it up and snap a few photos. They never come out how I hope and I find myself feeling more dejected and decidedly more intimidated than when I picked it up.
Today I’m a tempting the first (of many) steps required to get over my fear. I finally attached the wireless adapter so that I can get the pictures from the camera to my phone. When that turned out to be easier but less helpful than expected, I finally plugged the camera into my computer and downloaded all the pictures that I have taken since buying the camera. Seeing them all in one roll is leaving me feeling a little dejected because they are just as bad or worse than I feared, but I do feel like it is possible that I could learn to use this foreign and confusing object to take the beautiful pictures I see in my mind.