I've been working on it for a while now. I need solid critique and feedback! It's been in the works since August yet I feel like i'm not done with it.
Please help point out grammatical errors, inconsistencies in sentence structure, spelling, and how you think I can improve/shorten it. (Because it's past the 500 word mark the Common App sets) D:
Also, sorry if I missed anything in terms of description and topic and such. I feel like this is a more "Topic of your choice" kind of thing, I cant seem to fit it into any specific one.
Creation is invoked by the eyes and skills of the beholder. The world is a canvas; reality is a beautiful painting to be constantly admired, the world around us is a panorama filled with constantly changing attributes - life itself is the opportunity to enjoy the significance of everything that exists.
It's to be desired, perhaps with no more than the hands of an optimistic child - to find a perfect medium to delve into the world of artistry and create amazing things.
Today, digital media is the norm. A camera of any size can encompass an image and instill within it a sense of ingenuity and originality. Photographs themselves express a personal vision that develops into a kind of emotional and creative expression! This is my personal tool of choice, as the wonderful device allows for constant editing, revision, and adjustment to portray the pictures as a part of myself, frame by frame.
As a child of the South Bronx, we couldn't afford expensive cameras. Every week my father would teach me "The Basics" and buy me and he disposable, single use cameras for the small trips we took around the city instead. We'd take the train downtown to a public place and he'd teach me how to utilize the camera in different environments. As a little kid just getting into first grade, the first time I saw a camera, I thought of this weird device as nothing more than a box with a hole in it. Clear ABS Plastic for its lenses: Using Polystyrene for its front and back covers: and 1040 steel for everything else; including the shutter springs, and aperture. Oh, did I forget to mention that the double AA batteries would constantly fall out of the battery socket? It had no zoom; it took grainy, sometimes unrecognizable shots of people, and objects, and it could hardly fit into the palm of my hand! But that didn't matter to my father.
Whenever we found the perfect designated shooting spot, usually In Central Park, we'd crouch down and take shots of the surrounding area, and animals such as birds and squirrels. He'd teach me every photographic technique there was, utilizing the small, lackluster camera as a medium to convey a new sense of life within the frozen image. I didn't think much of it then, but it definitely made the animals look better. Doing this every week and watching my father in the moments he took these photographs made me look at him differently. I didn't see my "father", I saw a man that wore a new sense of ambiance. He was confident and free in a way I didn't understand. A side of my father I didn't know existed until that moment. All I knew at the time is that I needed this freedom and confidence. By the time I was 14 I picked up my first real camera and my journey began.
Every weekend, I'd traverse Manhattan streets with curiosity, and fascination. There is photographic potential everywhere I turned; from the people, to those peaceful moments in the park, to the playful children, to the large buildings that pierced the skies, to the large crowded streets brimming with life and vitality. It is a sight I've known for years, but it keeps evolving. Soon everything became a possible piece of artwork. I became alive with opportunity, being able to express myself in a way I could not before. Creating a beautiful piece of artwork through this magnificent device; full of mystery and wonder. I felt like it makes me feel like I was seeing myself and the world in a new light for the very first time, like I suddenly became captivated by using photography as an insight to life.
I opened my mind and rejuvenated my soul. Adopting an optimistic point of view to everyday activities really changed how I perceive my otherwise ordinary agenda. I love the idea that I can find the beauty in all aspects of life and capture these images for eternity. Really, my love for photography stems from the intricate beauty it has allowed me to see and find solace in.
Please help point out grammatical errors, inconsistencies in sentence structure, spelling, and how you think I can improve/shorten it. (Because it's past the 500 word mark the Common App sets) D:
Also, sorry if I missed anything in terms of description and topic and such. I feel like this is a more "Topic of your choice" kind of thing, I cant seem to fit it into any specific one.
Creation is invoked by the eyes and skills of the beholder. The world is a canvas; reality is a beautiful painting to be constantly admired, the world around us is a panorama filled with constantly changing attributes - life itself is the opportunity to enjoy the significance of everything that exists.
It's to be desired, perhaps with no more than the hands of an optimistic child - to find a perfect medium to delve into the world of artistry and create amazing things.
Today, digital media is the norm. A camera of any size can encompass an image and instill within it a sense of ingenuity and originality. Photographs themselves express a personal vision that develops into a kind of emotional and creative expression! This is my personal tool of choice, as the wonderful device allows for constant editing, revision, and adjustment to portray the pictures as a part of myself, frame by frame.
As a child of the South Bronx, we couldn't afford expensive cameras. Every week my father would teach me "The Basics" and buy me and he disposable, single use cameras for the small trips we took around the city instead. We'd take the train downtown to a public place and he'd teach me how to utilize the camera in different environments. As a little kid just getting into first grade, the first time I saw a camera, I thought of this weird device as nothing more than a box with a hole in it. Clear ABS Plastic for its lenses: Using Polystyrene for its front and back covers: and 1040 steel for everything else; including the shutter springs, and aperture. Oh, did I forget to mention that the double AA batteries would constantly fall out of the battery socket? It had no zoom; it took grainy, sometimes unrecognizable shots of people, and objects, and it could hardly fit into the palm of my hand! But that didn't matter to my father.
Whenever we found the perfect designated shooting spot, usually In Central Park, we'd crouch down and take shots of the surrounding area, and animals such as birds and squirrels. He'd teach me every photographic technique there was, utilizing the small, lackluster camera as a medium to convey a new sense of life within the frozen image. I didn't think much of it then, but it definitely made the animals look better. Doing this every week and watching my father in the moments he took these photographs made me look at him differently. I didn't see my "father", I saw a man that wore a new sense of ambiance. He was confident and free in a way I didn't understand. A side of my father I didn't know existed until that moment. All I knew at the time is that I needed this freedom and confidence. By the time I was 14 I picked up my first real camera and my journey began.
Every weekend, I'd traverse Manhattan streets with curiosity, and fascination. There is photographic potential everywhere I turned; from the people, to those peaceful moments in the park, to the playful children, to the large buildings that pierced the skies, to the large crowded streets brimming with life and vitality. It is a sight I've known for years, but it keeps evolving. Soon everything became a possible piece of artwork. I became alive with opportunity, being able to express myself in a way I could not before. Creating a beautiful piece of artwork through this magnificent device; full of mystery and wonder. I felt like it makes me feel like I was seeing myself and the world in a new light for the very first time, like I suddenly became captivated by using photography as an insight to life.
I opened my mind and rejuvenated my soul. Adopting an optimistic point of view to everyday activities really changed how I perceive my otherwise ordinary agenda. I love the idea that I can find the beauty in all aspects of life and capture these images for eternity. Really, my love for photography stems from the intricate beauty it has allowed me to see and find solace in.
