In the photo, it looks like I’m standing in front of a white wall. From the lousy shot the woman took of me, you wouldn’t know I’m standing in front of the Washington Monument. She cut off the top of one of our nation’s proudest symbols, rendering it unidentifiable, insignificant.
I made a vacation-altering decision on the spot: “Buy a tripod.”
Tripods are often thought as the sole domain of professional photographers. I may not publish my photos or get paid for them, but they are not of rank amateur quality either. I have studied the manual of my Nikon SLR and know how to use its settings. I’ve also read articles online and in specialty print magazines about photo composition and working with different light.
Now wherever I go, my $16 collapsible tripod goes with me.
Even if the light is bad day or I look an awful wreck, the point of my photos is not to make me out to be a model, but to tell the story of my experience at that given moment. My travel tripod helps me to tell my story through my own eyes.
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