If I Could Draw

Very little in the world holds as much promise as a container of crayons. Even the smallest box seems like a means to an artistic end. The box of 64 with the built-in sharpener is itself a masterpiece of color and design.

The appeal is universal and not age-limited.

However, the limit for wannabee creators comes when the crayon hits the empty page. For me, my drawing skills hit a plateau when I was about four years old. I had the desire but lacked the artistry.

Still, I persisted.

I didn’t lose my interest in drawing until I was about 13. That’s when I first saw what I could do with a camera. It was a “eureka” moment.

Even though I still can’t draw, I’m attracted to brilliance in that medium. Yesterday I saw some illustrative work that was so good that it stopped me in my tracks.

I’m pretty sure that if I had a fraction of this artist’s skills as a kid, I might never have become a photographer.

About the author: I am Stephen Kennedy, an experienced photographer with more than 2500 completed sessions in all 50 US states.

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