Patience is a virtue I do not naturally possess. However, in recent years photography has taught me patience as nature does not dance to anyone else's tune. In a split second you can capture or miss the most spectacular photo. Waiting for a sun to set or for a wave to crash gives me reason to sit still if only for a moment waiting for the perfect opportunity to press the button.
When I go out with my camera I feel as though life moves slower as I take in my surroundings and keep an eye out for a photo opportunity. As soon as I have my camera in my hand I feel as though I fall into another world where the most beautiful aspects of my surroundings stand out and the dreary weather, dilapidated buildings and noises of a bustling city fall into the background.
I am usually the type of person that likes to be time efficient and constantly on the go, with places to be and things to tick off my To- Do List. Escaping to the world of photography is a nice change from this mind set as when I am taking photos I am done simply when I have captured all I want to and am eagerly anticipating importing them to my laptop for some touch ups and a closer look.
At the end of the summer I tried my hand at film photography which requires a lot of patience and forward planning as you have a lot of setting up to do and then quite a bit of waiting to endure as you wait for people to move out of shot or for a break in traffic. It did stress me slightly because of the restriction of only having a certain number of shots on a roll of film and the waiting period before you actually get to see them.
Growing up in Donegal where I was surrounded by mountains, beaches and forests the majority of my earlier photography involved scenes in nature which produce breath-taking with very little effort! However patience is something that you require a large scoop of as you wait for the most spectacular wave to crash or as you follow insects and bugs as the flit from flower to flower to capture them at work.
I have found a new love of city photography, finding the beauty amongst the haze of pollution and eruption of car horns and shouting as commuters make their way through the city and street vendors announce their deals of the day to the passers-by. I get a feeling of such excitement when I find hidden gems in the city having ventured off the beaten track.
By day Dublin is a melting pot of cultures and languages, by night Dublin becomes a melting pot of colours as light cascades from buildings, bridges and the never ceasing traffic.
Taking photos of family, especially little cousins, it is nearly impossible to capture them in moments when they are in the depths of their imagination or in their own little world.
(Little cousins discussing whether or not they could swim to the other side of the beach or some other equally sophisticated topic captured from a far so as to not interrupt the discussion and beautifully capturing a moment of calm between brothers.)
There were a string of photos before this one where either the bubble had burst too soon or my little cousin was doing the classic little kid thing of grinning madly at the camera which although adorable was not quite what I was looking to capture.
I could never do photography as a career, that would entail people expecting great photos as opposed to it just being for fun and if I'm not happy with the outcome of any of my shots I'm not letting anyone down, which is something I cannot bare to ever do. Photography has to be an escape from me, a world in which to relax and live a slower paced life even if only for a few hours.
(Other moments of patience have been finding perfect symetry, capturing animals that are rather photogenic and ensuring the perfect focus points.)