Modesty is good only in moderation

Last week Leah was doing a tidy up in the apartment when she came across my photo ‘portfolio’. She was again very impressed by my photos, even though I don’t think they are that exceptionally good. Nonetheless, Leah felt they are good enough that she requested a prospectus from the School of Visual Art in New York so I can look at their continuing education course in Photography.

Although I know that some of my photos are good and that a number of friends and family had previously told me that they are very good, I’ve never felt that I have the skills to make a living from photography. Then last week, I realised that my mindset is partially influenced by my Chinese upbringing.

Modest is a virtue that my parents have instilled in me since I can remember. Teaching such as, let your work speaks for itself, becomes integral part of my thinking that it drives my everyday actions. Only in the last few years that I can accept I can and should let people know my development skills. And that I should not just let my previous works do the speaking. With photography, I am still in the modesty mindset and it is something I need to wrap my mind around the fact that I can take good photographs.

Squirrel at Union Square

I was at the Union Square at the end of a photo expedition with another photographer when I saw this squirrel playing with the fence. First, I had the wrong camera in my hand (it has colour film). The camera that had B&W film was in the bag. Then when I got it out I found that it had the wrong lens on the camera! Also, this camera didn’t have a flash attached to it.

So there I was trying to swap lens from one camera to another, attached a flash light to it, while running after the squirrel and tried to catch it at the right moment!

Not too bad a photo, considering the situation I found myself in.


Squirrel

By the way, thank you for the idea of this post Nick! I will definitely make this a regular thing.

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One more thought on photoblogging

Another thing that kind of bug me about this evening photoblogging presentation is that I can, and am (I feel), as good if not better than most of the photographers presenting their work. Just because I don’t promote my photos on fotolog.net or I didn’t have the time to go on photo expedition everyday for the last 18 months doesn’t mean I am lesser photographer than them. But yet, they get the fame and glory and I am just the geek sitting in the chair enduring 2 hours of awful photos show.

Finding Sushi

Leah and I had just have the worst dinning experience at Sushi House @ Hoboken. First we were ignored for 20 minutes before our orders were taken. Then over 30 minutes elapsed before our food arrived and both of our orders were wrong. I accepted mine but Leah’s was completely out of wack! She replaced her order of Torikatsudon (Chicken Katsu Don) with a Veggie Combo Sushi, hoping that it would be quick to make. That took another 45 minutes before her sushi arrived and by then we had to have it to-go. By that time we had been in the restaurant for over an hour and a half! We could have watched a movie! Meanwhile, our waters were never re-filled, waiters were ignoring us, and the chief apologized to the tables on both of our sides but not us (by the way, they had much more elaborate orders and arrived on time).

And I broke tradition and paid no tips whatsoever! And after seeing what Leah’s sushi was like after we got home, I think we should have a refund.

Sushi House @ Hoboken had lost a pair of regular customers since we have sushi at least once a week. Instead, we are sticking to our favorite, Westside Sushi, on West 50th St./9 Ave in Manhattan.

Chinese New Year

Tomorrow is the Chinese New Year, the year of monkey. Being the good Chinese that I am (*cough*, *cough*) Leah and I are planning to go to Chinatown this weekend and see what kind of New Year food we can acquire. First and foremost on the list is the red sticky sweet rice cake that I love so much.

And this is the first New Year that I am married so I am no longer eligible for the red pocket money 😦 Instead tradition rules that we, now as married couple, should give out those red pocket money! At least being in the separate continent let me get away from not giving any out! Ha!

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