Becoming the Photographer I Pretended to Be

What is one way you have grown this year?

If you’d asked me at the start of the year what I was, I’d probably have answered, “A poet cosplaying as a photographer.”

Photography has always been something I loved, but if I’m honest, I never really took myself seriously. I was happy enough wandering around with a camera, taking pictures of birds, nature, and whatever happened to catch my eye, while quietly convincing myself that “real photographers” were other people.

This year, I decided to change that.

Rather than treating photography as a hobby I occasionally dabbled in, I made a conscious decision to push myself outside of my comfort zone and see what would happen if I actually gave it a proper go.

As it turns out, sometimes the universe rewards you for taking a chance.

Earlier this year, I was offered a place on the photography team at a local event. It might not seem like a huge thing to some people, but for me it was a turning point. It was the moment I realised that perhaps I wasn’t just pretending after all.

Don’t get me wrong, imposter syndrome still likes to whisper in my ear from time to time. It tells me I’m not good enough, that I’m making it up as I go along, and that sooner or later someone will realise I haven’t got a clue what I’m doing.

The difference now is that I no longer believe it.

I’ve learned that growth isn’t about becoming fearless. It’s about taking the next step despite the fear. It’s about backing yourself, taking opportunities when they appear, and accepting that occasionally you’ll stumble along the way.

And if I do fall?

I’ll pick myself up, dust myself off, and try again.

So the biggest way I’ve grown this year is simple.

I’ve finally become the poet and photographer my business cards have been insisting I was all along.

Stay safe,

Bc

Someone Took a Chance

What notable things happened today?

Today is a bit of a milestone for me.

I’ve got my first ever photography job.

Well, I say job — I’m one of the official volunteer photographers for this year’s Pride event in Torbay.

It might not be a paid position, but it’s the first time someone has looked at my photography and thought, “Yes, let’s give him a chance.”

More importantly, it’s an opportunity to learn. I’ll get to experience what happens behind the scenes on a real assignment; taking the photographs, editing them, and delivering the finished images rather than just pretending to be a photographer in my spare time.

Everyone starts somewhere, and today feels like the first real step on that journey.

So, fingers crossed, wish me luck, and let’s see what happens.

Stay safe,

Bc

The Luxury of Paying Attention

What’s the one luxury you can’t live without?

My camera.

Not because it’s expensive. Not because it’s the latest model. And certainly not because it makes me look like a photographer.

It’s a luxury because it helps me see.

A camera slows me down. It makes me notice the details most people walk past—the play of light on a wall, a fleeting expression, a quiet moment that would otherwise disappear forever.

The older I get, the more I realise that memories fade, but photographs have a remarkable way of bringing them back to life. They remind us not just what we saw, but how we felt.

So if I had to choose one luxury, it wouldn’t be a watch, a car, or a gadget.

It would be my camera.

Because it doesn’t just capture moments—it helps me appreciate them while I’m living them.

Stay safe

Bc 

The Ordinary Things That Matter Most

What personal belongings do you hold most dear?

This is actually a tricky one…

I’m sure people expect the obvious answers. My wedding ring, some ancient family heirloom passed down through generations, baby photos, or maybe some ridiculously rare comic hidden away in a protective sleeve somewhere.

Truth is, it’s much simpler than that.

My old DSLR camera and my mobile phone.

Now before anyone rolls their eyes and mutters something about modern technology taking over our lives, hear me out.

My DSLR was my first “proper” camera. Not the fanciest bit of kit in the world, not one of these eye-wateringly expensive setups professional photographers use. But it was mine. The camera that taught me how to look at the world differently. The one that came with enough lenses and buttons to confuse me for several weeks straight.

It also helped me capture my first proper moon shots, which honestly felt like a tiny personal victory against the universe itself.

Worm Moon (March 3rd)

I still pretend I know what I’m doing with photography, by the way. Half the time I’m just pressing buttons and hoping for the best. Occasionally though, the universe rewards me with something beautiful.

As for my phone, it’s less about social media and doom-scrolling and more about the fact it’s basically my portable life support system at this point.

It’s got my emails, banking, contacts, calendars, reminders and enough important information on it that losing the thing would probably send me into cardiac arrest.

The social media side of it? I could honestly live without that quite happily.

Now, honorary mention…

My first magazine publication.

That moment mattered more than I can probably explain properly. Seeing my words printed for the first time was the moment I stopped feeling like someone who just scribbled random thoughts into notebooks and started believing maybe — just maybe — I was actually a poet.

Or at the very least…

A Scribblologist.

Stay safe
Bc