So, one of the things I’ve noticed with this minimalism thing is I’ve been re-discovering a lot of things. A lot of articles say, “if you haven’t used it in the past year, you’ll probably never use it again!” And that is true, for the most part… but sometimes, I find something that makes me wonder why I gave it up in the first place.
It can be something tangible. There were some pieces of clothing I hadn’t used in a while, but decided to wear again. They’ve since graduated to my regular rotation.
As part of the digital cleanup I’ve been doing, I’ve been trying to consolidate my accounts, notably my photo accounts. I pay for Smugmug, which gives me unlimited storage, so I figured I’d just use that for everything in the future.
Looking through my old photo accounts made me miss photography. Here’s a photo I took of Circular Quay when I first moved to Sydney, six (!!) years ago:
Right now, most of photos are taken with my smartphone. I might bust out my compact camera for longer trips, but my DSLR and assortment of lenses largely goes unused. I miss taking nice photos… but at the same time, I have to remember what made me stop:
- I would drag my gear everywhere. Even if I was just going over to my aunt’s house, or a routine catch-up with friends. It was heavy. I like traveling light, now, and be out and about unencumbered by my heavy(-ish) gear.
- I took photos of everything — the location, the food, small details, candid moments. I felt like I was too obsessed with capturing moments rather than enjoying them.
- Post-processing took too much of my time. Transferring photos to my computer, sifting through them, editing them, uploading them to my albums was way too time-consuming.
I do miss taking beautiful images to remember my days by, and I think I want to get back into it. I feel like there’s a happy medium, somewhere… I just have to find it.