Being a photographer isn’t an easy passion to have burning inside of you, and it requires much more grace than non-photographers will ever realize. The reason being is that in the moment of snapping photos you are the annoying person to others who simply won’t stop taking photos. Your passion of capturing life around you is momentarily being flogged, put under a heat lamp, and ridiculed. The heart that you are wearing on your sleeve is being stomped on.
“In whatever you do, don’t let selfishness or pride be your guide. Be humble, and honor others more than yourselves. Don’t be interested only in your own life, but care about the lives of others too.” ~ Philippians 2:3-4
To what end? I believe that it’s because we at heart are selfish people—sinful nature of man—and instead of honoring others more than ourselves as Scripture commands us to do, sitting back and just enjoying the Photographer take in life, we only care about our own comfort.
This is where the grace of the photographer enters onto stage.
In the moment of having our flaming passion being extinguished by those around us, we realize one thing: These individuals who are annoyed about how many photos we are taking are the same people who will be asking for copies of the photos at some other point in time. As they look at the slivers of time that you capture they will time travel to a place and time that is otherwise impossible to return to. They will be filled with the laughter of friends and family, sights and sounds of the places they once were.
It is to that we remind ourselves, to understand that what we as photographers see now they won’t be able to truly cherish until some other point in the future. That thought makes me smile and further thickens my skin against criticism, because I know that these slivers of time I capture now will be lived by them again and they will be blessed by it.