About My Lovely Camera and Thirty Days Challenge

Someone has told me challenges can always bring us surprises. After a whole year running challenges you might find yourself start to have the strength to work all day without a rest; after a summer’s breakfast plan you might be excited about how regular your life can be; after two months’s reading practice, the difficult essays and fictions could suddenly change to a joyful brook and flow into your mind. After you finishing the challenges, your life is still ordinary, and you are still the person who goes to school or rush to work everyday. However, nothing can replace the delightfulness that your insistence and that special period of time have brought to you and maybe, the small undeniable change of yourself.

What can I do in thirty days? I don’t like running, eating breakfast, or reading complicated research essays. Thus, I decided to pick my old interests again—photography. My dad is a amateur photographer, and a big fan of Cannon. As I remember, he always took his huge cameras with him, and pointing the lenses on me and my siblings. I liked to fiddle with the cameras around him when I was little. After I grew up, he started to take me to his “secret garden”. He knows where and when the most gorgeous tree would blossom and bear fruits in which small park; he taught me how to control the white balance in sunny, rainy and cloudy days; he introduced me aperture, shutter, iso, and raw format. However, I have lost them, for years. I took my little black camera with me across the pacific ocean, and buried it in the deepest part of my drawer. I felt sorry for it, but I always consoled myself that I did not have the time to play with it anymore. “Cameras were born for holidays and Disney Lands.” I said this whenever I saw my dirty camera bag, although I knew I was wrong.

I thought about my camera the first time I saw the thirty days challenge. I need a step to lead me back to the “secret garden” my dad opened. Therefore, I made a plan for myself. I will be taking five pictures a day for thirty days. It sounds easy, but to achieve it, I must take my camera with me all the time, since what I want to record is the beauty of life in stead of my crazy little room. Photos can be everything. They can be a smile on my friend’s face, a bunch of boring newspaper, or the way basketball is dropped on the ground and rebounded up. For the most important, they are memories as well as treasures.

It’s gonna be fun to look back my one hundred and fifty photos after the next thirty days. I may even photoshop them if my computer is glad to provide me enough space. People always say you can form a habit in twenty one days. I hope my thirty days could help me strengthen the habit even firmer. So, I may wander over the campus, and linger around the bushes with my camera from now. I would probably explore my own “garden”, and never put my little machine down. Let’s see.