0I've been at my job for almost five months now...crazy how time flies.
It has been hard for me to separate my own work vs. my job work. But from time to time I will find myself shooting just for me, even on the same roll as I am for my job.
I sometimes forget that the newspaper I work for doesn't want to see pain and loneliness. It wants to maintain its carefree, small-town feel, even though the city is growing larger and larger with a diverse population that is struggling to find its way.
And yet that's what I am most drawn to. The kid playing by himself. The man sitting on the curb under the weight of indescribable heat as cars whiz by and ignore him. The woman whom others look at condescendingly for scolding her child under her breath in a language unfamiliar to them.
I won't lie, though. Some shots I take do warm my heart. But most are rooted in childhood innocence...and once the smile or laugh fades all I feel is empty.
Clearly I need an income, but I also need to fulfillment. I want to make discoveries. I want to make a difference.
Do you?
