My First Photography Workshop
It's been almost a week since I attended my first photography workshop with Abby Grace Photography and I'm still trying to gather my thoughts about it. I probably will be for months! I tried not to write down everything Abby said and to really be in the moment, but I still wound up with two legal pad pages of notes and ideas.
It was a small workshop. There were five of us who attended and that small number made the experience even more valuable to me. I read Abby's thoughts on preparing and teaching the workshop yesterday, and just like at the workshop, I was impressed with her humble, gracious attitude. Her spirit was welcoming and sweet (kind of expected that based on her blog!), the hot tea was aplenty and dinner was delicious. But it was her honesty that surprised me. She was extremely open about her life, business, even her fears and struggles. I never doubted that we were getting her real opinion about things and I felt privileged to learn who the person behind the camera really was in addition to the lessons she's learned along the way. I didn't go to this workshop simply because I admire Abby's photography. I went to her because she is very successful and I felt a connection with her story. She's a career switcher like me. And she isn't THAT far along in her photography career. She's a few years ahead of me, yes, but that means she remembers what it's like to be where I am now. Someone who has been in the industry for 10, 20 years would certainly have good advice, but their beginning is going to look very different from mine.
The most important thing I gathered from Abby's workshop is that I need to pick a direction and commit to it. I don't mean weddings vs. senior portraits. I mean my perspective, my identity, and what I bring to this industry. My workshop notes were all over the place with cool ideas, notes, random thoughts that came from a place of "wait, why don't I do that?" But the one thing I wrote multiple times and underlined and circled and starred was "my perspective." That's not always an easy thing to define, definitely not for me, but it's what I've been thinking about ever since last Friday and what I'll be thinking of moving forward.
I hate posts without pictures. They make me sad. So I grabbed my camera and took a picture of what Zeke has been doing while I write this. He is not a big blog reader, obviously... Enjoy.