The Gift of Time…



Recently I revisited a spot, that’s actually not very far from home.  I have driven past it many many times, but never bothered to stop because I have “been there, done that” so to speak.  But this one day I was inspired to make the extra effort, and boy am I glad I did.


This is the shot I took back in 2011, just after I took up photography in a serious way.  Looking at it now I can’t believe how I ever thought this was a good shot, but I remember at the time feeling pretty pleased with myself.  Proudly displaying it on my Facebook page for the whole world to see.  I thought I was such “hot stuff” back then.

I had barely began my journey as a photographer, and I had the audacity to believe that I was all that and a bag of chips.

But isn’t that always the way.

We start out on a new journey, a new hobby, or new career, and at first we struggle a little… feeling slightly overwhelmed.

Then slowly, we develop some skills, and our confidence soars.  We feel like we could take on the world.

Eventually things settle down some more, and we finally realise, just how much we still don’t know.  It’s a humbling, but very necessary part of the journey.  For only once we are able to admit this truth, can we ever begin to acquire the necessary knowledge.

I think that by going back to Coomba Falls, and realising that even though I had shot this spot before, I now had skills and abilities I didn’t have the first time around, was a big step.

It taught me a great deal.

Mostly about myself.

About humility… about confidence, and when it’s appropriate to have it, and when we need to realise our own limitations.

I am so proud of the recent shot of the falls.  It’s not perfect.  It’s not the best that I am capable of… but it’s the best that I am capable of today.  Tomorrow, who knows. But with the gift of time, maybe a year from now, or two… I will have an image I am even more proud of.   I still have much to learn.