It wasn't too easy to get out the bed that morning. And it wasn't too easy to bring myself to the center of Moscow. But after a cup of warming ginger tea everything suddenly started getting better. And in the couple of hours for the first time in my life I won a well-known photo contest (I've won one in the past, but there were about thirty winners and no prize).
But even though I'm extremely happy I won, my feelings are a little bit mixed. I rarely call myself a photographer and for some reason I don't know I constantly refuse to think of me this way even though I enjoy the process. And standing among these professional photographers yesterday I didn't feel like I'm one of them. I felt more like an alien. Like I'm not a photographer. I'm just a guy who loves nature. And loves taking pictures. And maybe it's just a lack of self-confidence or something, but it's starting to feel there's too many «I»'s in this paragraph.
Congratulations, you won a photography competition, in my book that makes you a photographer. I do understand your feelings though, I have the same thoughts, which is why I’m doing a diploma in photography
nothing like a bit of self reflection, these things have their own meaning for us, not prescribed, the thing is not everyone gets themselves to the place and time to take the picture, you brought the nature to all of us, perhaps that is what the award is for rather than the technical photography.
