Taylor the Teacher

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I took a couple of photography classes at Louisiana State University. ~i graduated from there three times, and lived in baton rouge from 1990–2003. had many adventures which need re-telling on this or another blog. i think i have that rare disease that makes sufferers want to write down everything~ The teacher of that photography class was one of many teachers to say that I annoyed him with questions. He said, in fact, that I drove him to quit teaching. ~what a dick~

His real problem was that he wasn’t a teacher at all, but an artist teaching for pay while he worked on his graduate work. Teaching is a specific skill, and contrary to popular belief, not everyone can do it.

This is taken from one of the balconies my husband and I made out on. My teacher was less than impressed with this composition, as am I, but I now realize I shouldn’t have let him discourage me. Looking back at the images I took, I see in this one a seed of an idea that was common in my photos. I’m not so much into landscapes or portraits as into subjective, first-person perspective shots of a moment in time. This one isn’t what I mean, exactly, but it’s close.

Why did I let that teacher convince me I wasn’t any good? I should have kept working harder.