I came accross this photograph I'd taken in Sonya's Garden in Tagaytay. We went there so many months ago that I'd already forgotten about the whole trip, much less this snapshot. Seeing the photo, though, made me remember my passion for photography. What used to be a hobby has sadly turned into one of my many frustrations.
It wasn't so many years back that I frequently took photographs of almost anything and everything. Back in high school, I surprisingly even won awards for categories such as Photojournalism, Still Life, and Character Portrait. Black and white photography was what I did best, too. I took lessons from Raymund Lauchengco, knew all about the proper aperture and shutter speed, and best of all, captured priceless moments with a legit SLR.
Now I ask myself: Whatever came of that hobby? Was it just a pastime? I don't think so because I never got tired of it. I never lost interest. I always loved, and still love, pointing and clicking. It's sad to think that maybe I just "got too busy"--lame excuse as that is. But I can't pinpoint not pursuing that passion further to any other cause. Now that I'm reminded of how much photography meant to me, I'm reluctant about getting started again for fear that I've already lost it... you know, the ability to capture. Not to mention the fact that photography is one time-consuming and expensive hobby!
If I had the time and the resources, would I even be any good? Did I really have potential back in the day? I can only wonder at this point.