…so far have been a D.I.S.A.S.T.E.R.

Extremely enthusiastic to pursue my interest in photography, I clicked photographs of my collection of tea cups and coffee mugs. Even in the photographs, the cups looked so ‘mouth watering’. Thrilled and ready to upload them on Flikr, I checked my results on the computer screen and much to my dismay there seemed to appear some unsightly, ugly lines on the wooden table that I had set the cups on. I could have sworn that these lines didn’t exist when I set cup after cup, almost 15 of the choicest cups from my collection, on the same table. And now as a bolt of lightning, they seemed to appear out of nowhere !

I am uploading only two out of all the photographs of cups that I clicked on that day.

Another one…

These marks spell total disaster for any perfectionist; a ‘why am I even alive ?’ kind of an excuse for a suicide (an exaggeration, alright ! ) . I may have missed noticing those marks in my enthusiasm to click the photographs of one of the few of my loves.

On the note of love, guess why this photograph below is a failure ?

Aah ! So you noticed the couple in the upper right corner of the photograph ?
And you think the couple should have been in the center of the photograph ?

Exactly ! However, though the couple is the reason of the failure; it’s not because they are not in the center, but rather because they are there in the photograph to begin with.

My focus here was entirely on the waves right in front of me, so much so that I didn’t notice the presence of the couple neither in the sea nor in the frame of the picture that I was about to click. In fact I noticed them much after I uploaded the photograph on Flikr. LOL !

Here the only love that I had in my mind was the sea, the waves.

Well. We learn from mistakes, don’t we ? I guess I have to learn even the basics of photography. Selecting a perfect (sorry, ‘a good’) background is one of the essentials to get a perfect (sorry again, ‘a good’) photograph.

Hmmm…. A long road for me to travel before I become a photographer worth my salt.