Why am I not more like Pete and Bill? I've taken my share of photos over the years. I've had pictures published in national magazines. I have an SLR camera (in a bag at home). Years ago I even processed my own film and had a ball enlarging an image a hundred times just to see if that dot at the end of the pier was a person.
Yet here I am shooting with an iPhone wishing I were more like them. Every time I get home with a bunch of "beautiful" shots, I dread the task of separating keepers from outtakes, then adding the right tags so they can be found a year later when I've forgotten where I was or with whom I was hiking. The idea of posting them for others to see intimidates me so badly I want to lock the phone's memory so they can't possibly escape. So there they stay. I'm even wondering if I should take any more.
Hold on a minute, GrandpaLyle! There's little doubt that others are taking wonderful pictures. There's no chance that iPhone images can compete with those captured on cameras that cost thousands. Yet you're not chopped liver. What you see and record has value ‑ perhaps only to family and friends ‑ but you'll never know if you don't put it out there.
So here's a photo I took at Lake of the Ozarks. It represents a moment in my life that's worth remembering. Putting it out there for y'all to see may be an even bigger moment for me.