Cool as a Cucumber
The funniest joke I have ever told myself, because I sure did find myself in a literal Pickle this weekend.
The first annual Pickle festival sounded so much fun!
I packed my camera, convinced I would do an amazing job documenting this first annual event on the coast!
I was excited, I LOVE pickles, I love the color green, and I love photography.
What could possibly go wrong?
The funny thing about awareness,
It likes to play alittle game.
It's called Now you see, guess what They see you back!
My brain instantly says, "oh goodness, I look like a weirdo creep taking random people's pictures"
They are looking at me and disapprove.
(if we really want to chuckle, most everyone is usually a random person until they meet the person taking the photo, right?!)
Did I comfort myself with that notion at the time. ABSOLUTELY..NOT
I forged the path with minimal intent and discomfort.
I refused to look at anything but maybe 2 photos, the rest of the time it was a snap and please look good because I was so uncomfortable.
I was uncomfortable.
Me.
It was not people asking me to not take their photo, it was not mean looks.
It was myself telling me, I was the problem.
The reality is that I enjoy showing people what they often miss. What am I so afraid of?
Life is beautiful and people living in it are beautiful and they daily activities and events are all such a fun memory.
One that deserves to be seen, without a pose. Anyhow, here are a few moments, I was able to capture without being in my own way.
