So I’m blogging from Camp Shuttersisters. I wish I could describe to you the gratitude that I feel for having been blessed with the opportunity to be here. Tracey Clark has created such an amazing community with Shutter Sisters and now to have created this event where we can all come together… It’s kind of beyond words.
There is one word though that we had a bit of a chat about over lunch: photographer. I rarely, if ever, call myself a photographer. That’s a word for someone… else. Someone with more skills, more experience, more photos, more range, just… more. I was surprised but not to find that many of my lunch companions felt the same way. They describe themselves as someone who “does” photography or, like me with some kind of stammering um, I, uh, I take pictures. There was a general reluctance to claim the word photographer as our own. Now, I’ve seen and admired most of these women’s work. They are photographers. Good ones. So today, over lunch we gave each other permission to own, to claim and to really be photographers. Somehow with their permission it seems and ok thing to do.
I’m a photographer (heh, ok, not gonna lie. It’s still a little weird).
I’m a photographer.