I was eating my tapas and sipping on the perfect umbrella drink when a little boy raced past me covered in sand. I looked at Coffee Guy and said, “Sorry hunny, gotta go. There are little boys covered in sand. It’s amazing. Did you SEE THAT? Bye!” These boys were not lost at all, but they reminded me of a certain boy who could fly and his little lost men.They even had a ship.
This was the moment, my moment. I have never wanted to call myself a photographer if I was really just a girl with a camera. There is something more to taking great pictures than clicking the shutter. I am not saying I have arrived, or anything silly like that. What I am saying is that I SAW these boys in Zanzibar. I knew my exposure, ISO, shutter speed, white balance, lalala were perfect, so I could spend time just seeing these beautiful boys. It was an amazing feeling, and while I am still shy when it comes to pronouncing myself a photographer, it really has become what I am. Hello world, it’s me. You know, the photographer.
I think you have arrived
Gorgeous photos
Those eyes peering from those sandy faces are incredible.
Almost worth the next day’s drama!
Hi Kristy! I loooove your blog and I cannot believe you would not think of yourself of a photographer until now. wow! Your work is really amazing, but I know how it is to be a very harsh judge of yourself–we are all guilty. I love your photos and I will visit often :)
Lisa, you rock my socks off!
Beautiful. I’m your newest follower and can’t wait to read more about your adventure.
Glad to have you along :)
I crossed over from iHeartfaces with tears in my eyes over the lost boys! I am LOVING your blog! It’s still weird to call myself a photographer too…..but ya know, people keep saying it and I just shrug and snap another picture. LOL
I LOVE seeing this part of the world through your eyes! It’s amazing and wonderful and I feel like I am drinking up all the pretty pictures!
Oh heavens these are just beautiful!! :-)