OK, so here’s a confession: I hate to write, mostly because I kind of suck at writing and stuff. I realize the irony of this statement, considering that I’ve spent my entire professional life working as a writer in one capacity or another. Truth is, I’ve always suffered from debilitating writer’s block, and yet I’ve always ended up choosing careers that required writing. All. Day. Long.
Here’s another confession: I’m a terrible photographer. Scratch that. I’m an OK photographer, but I’ve never really liked sharing my photos with anyone, other than my family. Mostly, I just never wanted to be perceived as that cliche Asian guy with a camera. I already get mistaken for being a Japanese tourist enough of the time.
When I started my Tumblr blog early last year, my intention was to create a photo journal about my son that I could share with my friends and family, if they were interested. I realized that after the initial rush of snapping a bajillion pics of my kid when he was a baby, I was quickly losing steam when it came to documenting his life, and I didn’t want to regret not taking enough photos of him. So I started this silly blog.
At first, my intention was to do a weekly photoblog that featured pics of the boy and other random weird things that I saw. I quickly realized that some of the photos made little sense without explanation, such as the photo above, which was one of the first pics I took and saved as a draft.
So I started writing captions to accompany my photos. Then I started writing some more. Soon I was blogging about all of the mundane things that happened in my life as a dad. And I found that the grip of my writer’s block lessened. Along the way, I’ve met (in real life and virtually) some terrifically nice, amazingly creative, awesomely inspiring people. All thanks to Tumblr.
Then I realized I didn’t hate writing so much after all. And I didn’t really mind being seen as the shutterbug Asian guy with the camera because, um, that’s what I am: The guy who takes photos of every meal that I eat. While wearing a fake mustache. Who gets texts from random strangers. Who want me to make red bowties for them. And stuff.
Tumblr changed my life by reminding me that there is magic in chance and circumstance, that finding a community of like-minded (and not-so-like-minded) peeps made me appreciate that I wasn’t as much of a freakshow as I thought, and—mostly—that I might actually
like love writing and taking photos to share with my fellow freakshow Tumblr friends.