Originally posted by jcdoss I'm in another of my depressive funks, trying to figure out the value of things in my life. Since photography is a fairly big part of my life, and I make no money from it (and in fact have 'lost' thousands*), I'm looking there first. I don't know the answer right now, so I ask you what your purpose is. I'm talking to hobbyists here, not those who make money because that's too obvious. With no intent to barter or trade, why do you pick up your camera and shoot? What do you do with your pictures? Where does your joy come from?
Edited to add: I guess the bottom underlying and harsh question I really want to ask is... Why do you think anyone else wants to see your photos?
Edit #2: I need to explain the italicized phrase above. I am in no way regretful of purchasing my equipment, or do I miss the money spent on it. I'm lucky enough to be able to afford whatever gear I need, so money is not really a problem at this time. It was just supposed to be a semi-humorous aside in response to my statement that I'm not using my gear as a source of income.
I don't shoot for money at all, so I could be considered a hobbyist....
I shoot for me and only me - I shoot and try different techniques/lenses as a form of therapy, I suppose... all the likes/faves/etc are nice, it's always nice to be recognized, but if I don't get any recognition at all, I'm okay with it...
there's a creative side to me that, when expressed, seems to help me keep the balance in my life - no matter what the work/home life throw at me, if I can take a few minutes with the camera in my hand and lose myself in the shot..... I'm OK for a while...
I'm lucky enough to live out in the country, with virtually no neighbors (if you ignore the cows next door) and acres of land to wander across...
last week, a combination of illness and a death in the family kept me busy/exhausted enough that, for a couple of days, I didn't have my camera in my hands at all; I had my cellphone to shoot with and I did so, but there was one day that I didn't take a single photograph at all.... and it was awful...
I look back on that day, and the days surrounding it, and know what was going on in that time and understand that I was just surviving, just getting through the days.... and I also understand how important it is, for me, to essentially shoot my way out of the dark...