Do I Miss Taking Photographs?

It's been more than a year since I started seriously learning how to take photos with a DSLR camera. When I started learning, I took photos of the sunset since I was inspired by so many talented photographers in the island.

I took photos of sunset, everyday life, my dogs, etc. When I went to Canada to visit my family, I also basked in the glory of the autumn and wintertime. Different weather, same hobby.

Now that I am back in the city and I have chosen the domesticated life of not going out too much to give way to my financial priorities, I have not been taking as much photos as I did months ago.

Do I miss taking photographs?

Not that anyone ever asked, but yes. I do miss it but I know the passion is still very much alive. It's taking a backseat because I know I'll get back to it one day. 

It's not that I have stopped, really. I still do take photographs of pretty much the same ones I used to love. However, I admittedly have slowed down.

That's the thing with passion - you never allow yourself to stop because all love, when ignored, it ceases to exist.

Much more equal to taking photographs is missing the loved ones and the places we explored. It's missing begging my significant other how much I wanted to explore and take photographs of. 

I miss packing my gear and reheating my silica gel for a day of exploration.

But also these feelings of longingness gives rise to a different kind of hope - the hope that one day, I'll be able to do these things again.

Passion is one tricky thing to talk about because others may not respond to their own the same way I do but I think that's the beauty of it. 

I do miss taking photographs but it's a feeling that I know will never ever stop me from learning it and putting more memories to a still.

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