Why Photography Is Important

Why Photography Is Important

They say a picture is worth a thousand words.
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Photography seems pretty simple right? You just point the camera or your phone at the subject and shoot.

There is more to it than what meets the eye.

Having a good camera is a good start. Do your research before purchasing a camera and when you have your camera, it's always a good idea to practice with the different settings, different perspectives, and various types of light. There is always room for improving your photography skills and editing the pictures is just as important as taking them. Taking multiples of a subject and trying different views can help you discover what looks best.

Not every picture that is captured is perfect just like how not every person is perfect. Each picture differs from one to another. As a amateur photographer, I find it can be frustrating at times. Looking at your own pictures and comparing them to others can be deceiving. I've learned that being impatient about your skill doesn't help very much.

Picture taken by Cassidy Downs, Mountainus Photography. Dec 2016.

But WHY is it important?

Having a camera and capturing a specific moment in time, a fraction of a second of a life, and moments that can be remembered later is something I've always found extraordinary, and it's what has drawn me to photography as a little bit of a side job. Getting outside and taking pictures of the beauty that we are all surrounded by is important to capture because in today's busy world, most people don't have time to stop, take a breath, and enjoy all the beautiful things on this earth we have.

Since I am an introverted person, photography has helped me have a barrier between me and others and express myself in the perfect creative way. I took a photography class in high school and since then have continued with it because it's something that has "clicked" for me. When ever I feel stressed or need to get a little vacation from life, I just go to a random place or the same place and look around and take it all in. Once I've done that, I narrow down my focus to the little things. A leaf, a tree, a specific flower, a person, or a man-made object.

Photography is therapeutic for me and also exercise my creativity in a different way. The whole process from snapping the picture to editing the snapshots of time requires more creativity than what you may think. Finding the ideal balance of brightness, contrast, and filters to bring out the best of the subject takes a lot of time and can be an innovative challenge.

Taking pictures and looking though a lens has had such a huge impact on my life and others'. It's changed my perception and perspective on life and the world around me. My camera is my barrier that no one can cross; it is my way of shutting out the craziness around and focusing on the beautiful things that I normally wouldn't see. It's my passion, my love, and my social shutter. Snapping a fraction of life is truly amazing.

Some of the more famous photographers like Steve McCurry, Anne Geddes, Annie Leibovitz, and Sally Mann all had years and years of practice to get where they are today. Continuing to practice, experiment with something you love, and not giving up on it can be rewarding in some way, shape, or form. Photography has literally shaped our world. With out photography there would be no advertisements, no pictures of the world, and no documentation of important events in modern history. Imagine our world with out it, it would be a strange and bland world to live in.

Picture taken by Cassidy Downs, Mountainus Photography. Oct. 2016.

Cover Image Credit: Mountainus Photography

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To the guy that shot my brother...

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To the guy that shot my brother,

On January 9, 2019 my families entire life changed with one phone call. The phone call that my little brother had been shot in the face, no other details. We didn't need any other details. The woman on the phone who called us in full panic told us where he was so we went, as soon as possible. I don't think it helped that not even 10 min prior I talked to Zach on the phone.. kind of irritated with him, and the ONE TIME I didn't say 'I love you' as we hung up. Could've been the last time we ever spoke.. I remember pulling up to the hospital thinking 'this can't be real' 'it's not our Zach' 'this is just a dream Sarah, WAKE UP' I'd close my eyes really tight just to open them, I was still in the hospital emergency parking lot. I could still hear the ambulance sirens coming. It was all real.

The day our life's changed was definitely a test of faith. A test of how strong we were, as a family. I sat in that waiting room ready to see the damage that has been done to my sweet baby brother. Because at that point we had no idea how lucky he got. That glimpse of seeing Zach will haunt me forever. How helpless I felt in that exact moment frequently wakes me up from these horrific dreams I've been having ever since that day. That is a moment burned into my me and families brain forever.

You always hear about these things in the movies or on the news, a house being shot up, someone shooting another innocent person, not to care if they died on your watch. But we found ourselves on the news.. We have been confined to the hospital since that day. Running on barely any sleep, taking shifts of sleep so we don't make ourselves sick taking care of Zach. Watching him suffer. Undergoing surgeries, to repair the damage you did.

Before I proceed let me tell you a little something about the man you shot.

Zachary Keith Wright. A blonde hair blue eyed boy. Who could potentially be the most annoying human on the planet (possibly coming from his sister). A man who loves his God first, loves his family second. Perfect by no means, but almost perfect to me. A 19 year old who was to graduate high school this month. After graduation he was prepping to leave for Marine boot camp in the summer.. being in the military has been Zach's dream since he could talk. Literally. Running around, playing war with underwear on our heads, and finger guns. Some would say we looked like natural born assassins.. growing up he has been a country boy. Let me tell ya country to the core. He loves this country like he loves his family. He believes in helping people, taking charge in what's right, and never leaving a brother behind. He's lived by that his whole life. Until now....

The day you shot him. The day not only did you change my brothers life, you changed his families life too. The day you almost ripped my brother out of this world... for what? A misunderstanding? Because you've let something take ahold of your life that you can't let go you're willing to kill someone innocent over? Luckily for him, his guardian angels were protecting him in your time of cowardice. There were 3 times that day he should've died, the time you shot him, the time you tried to shoot him again as he stared you directly in the face, (even tho he couldn't talk I know you could read his eyes, and he still intimidated you. That's why you tried to pull the trigger again) and the time he was running out of the house. But he lived. A man who was shot in the face, didn't lay there helpless, didn't scream in agony. That MAN walked to the neighbors to get help. Why? Because he's a MAN, and because he's on this earth for a reason.

It's gonna sound a little strange not only to you, but the audience who is reading this. I must say thank you. Even in this situation, this was the best outcome we could get. He gets to live. He will make a full recovery. He will graduate. And he will go off into the Marines. You united my family together. Closer than ever. Thank you. You tested our faith and brought us closer to our God. Thank you. Because of your moment of weakness, you showed us what prayer could do. Heal anything. Thank you. This was a bump in the road, and a helluva way to kick off our year of 2019. But here we are.. all laying in the hospital. I'm looking around as mom is sleeping in her recliner chair exhasted but still here, Zach his awake playing his xbox all hooked up to machines, fighting to heal and get better. And of course I'm writing this letter to you.

See you in trial,

From the girl whose brother you shot.

'Fight the good fight' - 1 Tim 6:12 🤟🏼💙

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