Over this past summer, I really haven’t done anything that has to do with art. No music, no photography, or writing. Nothing.

At the beginning of the summer, and during the school year last year, I only ever took pictures when I was told to. I took pictures because I was the photo editor for my college last year and when summer came, so did graduation and at every graduation and family gathering I went to, my family made me take pictures. Don’t you hate that? When people tell you to do something –or how to do something – you enjoy and then you start to like it less? Anyway, I started to lose interest. And it was heartbreaking.

My plan is not to be a professional artist – free lance at most – so photography has been a hobby for me. Since middle school I have taken it seriously and I always love learning new things about photography, especially perspective. And when I became uninterested, it was like losing a friend. But recently, since I have moved back to school, I have found interest in photography again.

My favorite thing about photography and art has always been perspective. Finding something new that hasn’t been popularized yet. And for a while, I forgot that that’s what I look for when I take pictures. So everything got really bland and boring – so I stopped.

But I started shooting again, and all is well. I went to a camera club meeting at my university and got into a critique which got me thinking more critically about perspective and all of the wonderful things about art that I had left behind. But I don’t feel as though I am back where I left off with taking pictures. I am more creative than before, and I am always looking for new opportunities to find that one thing I love – perspective.