So I started my photography course this past Tuesday, and I’d like to say that it was exciting, but the first class was mostly technical and informative, so it wasn’t. We spent the time learning about camera and image basics, things we have to know before we can move on to getting down and dirty with the camera.
It’s a small group - only three of us (students) - and I’m quite pleased about that. I already knew it would be this way before I signed up; the course, which is offered in a home-based studio, concentrates on minimum 3 and maximum 7 students at a time.
The teacher, who also teaches (or has taught at the local college), seems to know his stuff. It’s only the first class, mind you, but I feel confident about this. I hope I’m right.
The other two students, one man and one woman, both around my age, seemed nice enough. The man has been using a DSLR camera for two years and is quite comfortable with it. The woman – like me - just recently acquired one, and is eager to learn how to use it to its full potential.
Signing up for this course was a huge step for me. It’s the first time since we moved here three years ago that I’ve actually joined something. I did attend one meeting at the local gardening club last spring, but the vast majority of members were quite older than me, so I never went back. I think it’ll be something I’ll revisit in...oh...about 20 years from now.
My husband asked me what I thought about the teacher. His question is actually two-fold: 1) What do I think about him as a teacher? And 2) How do I feel about him as a person? On a professional level the teacher seems quite knowledgeable, and I’m convinced that I’ll learn a few valuable things. On a personal level, I’m not sure yet. I’m a quiet and measured observer; I take my time getting a feel on people and forming an opinion by watching them. What they say. How they treat others. Body language. The look in their eyes. And all that stuff. If I was just interested in this one course, this wouldn’t matter. But because this teacher offers other courses that I may be interested in signing up for it matters very much. If I don’t like him on a personal level, I won’t be registering for any other classes. That’s just the way it is with me.
My 14-year-old daughter is the most excited about this course. When I got home, she asked “So, how was your class?” followed by “Did you have fun?” and finally “Did you meet anyone?” The reason for her last question is that she’s “very concerned” about my happiness. In the three years since we’ve moved here, I haven’t really attached myself to anyone. I do have acquaintances, I am friendly with my neighbours and my husband and I have been out socially with others, but I haven’t really made ‘friends’ in the true sense of the word. I still have strong ties with friends and family in my old city, and keep in touch with them, but I haven’t made those types of roots here yet. So she’s “anxious” about my social life (or lack of, she has said a few times), and “worried” that dear old mom might be feeling alone and discontented. Sweet kid. If she could schedule play dates for me, she probably would.
“Not to worry” I have told her. “It takes time for me to connect with new poeple. First of all, I don’t need a lot of interaction, but most importantly, I’m very selective of who I add to my circle. Because I don’t need a lot of people, just a few good ones.”
She nods her head when I explain this to her, but I don’t think she believes me. In any case, she’s thrilled that I’m taking this course. And less “worried” about me.
Next week will consist of two classes; a theoretical one on Tuesday and a photoshoot on Saturday to practice what we’ve learned. I don’t know yet where we’ll be meeting for the photoshoot, but it should be fun. I do hope the weather is nice that day. I’ll write more about this course if there’s something worth writing about. If not, I won’t. I’ll just keep sharing photos I take and we’ll see if there’s a noticeable difference in my skills.