i just came home from shooting fireworks
better than my shots last year
now with the barge in the frame
with the colors' reflection on the water in full view
for a moment there
i felt like i'll be able to continue and be better at photography
without remembering him
but no...
i tried to figure out where we were situated last year
i even tried looking for a chow chow
a chow chow
his name was cheetos
he was a stranger's dog
he cuddled cheetos like he would soon cuddle me
i don't like dogs
i don't like their smell
but he made me like them
their shi tzu ... her name's happy
she barked at me non-stop the first time she saw me
she made siksik at his other side while she stared at me intently
as if i was the wicked witch trying to steal him away from her
there was no chow chow
i couldn't even figure out where we sat last year
this time
in my white shorts and girly blouse
i climbed up the sea wall
behind all these rugged photographer guys
i sat and knelt comfortably
i re-aligned the tripod
i switched from landscape view to portrait as if it was my second nature
i shot non-stop
i felt glee every time i heard nigo, my camera say "shhh shk"
but
after all that
i felt sadness
i have no one to share photography with
FIREWORKS PHOTOGRAPHY
use wide angle lens
set shooting mode to Manual
set shutter speed to Bulb
set aperture to f/11
bring sturdy tripod
i'm going back next week
it's a bitter sweet love affair with photography
sometimes i'll get good shots
oftentimes i'll have delete-able shots
but it doesn't mean i'll quit on photography
it doesn't mean i'll quit on something
that inspires me despite my doubts
that supports me despite my fears
that makes me see the good in myself
no i won't quit
i won't quit on anything that i claim to love
i'm not a quitter
unlike some