The End

No, no - don't worry. I don't mean the end of this blog or anything. It's just the end of my photography classes.
But I do feel sort of...bereft. I walked out of class and felt a little bit empty. I've had so much fun and I've learned so much in these classes, and I don't just mean about aperture and shutter speed and stuff like that. I mean that I've learned a lot about myself. I've learned that I can make stuff with a camera in my hand.
See, most of the stuff I make comes with instructions. When I make - sew, knit, crochet, cook, play the piano or whatever - I always follow somebody else's ideas (well, if I'm being completely honest, I usually start with somebody else's idea and alter it to suit my fancy). But when I use a camera, I'm making something that's mine. Even when I have an assignment from a professor, ultimately, the images I take are mine. For the first time in my life, I've had to be brave and present something to a group of people that I made - from start to finish. So, it was a stretch for me, but I did it.
And I feel really good about it.
And you know what else? My final project got a round of applause from the class.
So, for those of you who have endured my endless indecisiveness and looked at version after version of images and helped me with the actual shutter when I couldn't get the job done myself (that's you, Mindy) - thanks. Thanks so much. You guys - my friends - you're just the best.

"What's next?" I asked myself as I walked to my car.
I have a few ideas, but only time will tell which ones will tug hard enough at my heart to pull me along into a new adventure.