Thirty Days- Reflection

Thirty days. One photo a day.

What started as a simple challenge quietly turned into a ritual. Wake up, look closer, shoot something, open Photoshop, disappear for a while. Somewhere in those daily edits I realized how much I love Photoshop, not just as a tool, but as a creative home. A place where ideas stretch, mistakes get curious, and images slowly become mine. It’s not polish for polish’s sake. It’s play. It’s problem-solving. It’s that small, satisfying click when an image finally says what I felt when I took it.

Doing this every day reshaped my routine. Photography stopped being something I tried to squeeze in and became something I naturally revolve around. Even on tired days. Especially on tired days. The consistency taught me that I don’t need perfect conditions, just the willingness to show up.

Along the way, I fell hard for miniature photography. Tiny worlds, big stories. But even while building scenes indoors and working small, my love for the outdoors hasn’t gone anywhere. It’s just hibernating. Winter has me shooting inside for now, but the pull toward nature, texture, light, and open space is still there, waiting for warmer air and longer walks.

Posting every single day revealed something else too, less cozy but incredibly clarifying. You learn quickly who supports you, who supports you quietly, and who doesn’t support you at all. It stings for a moment, then it liberates you. Because it also makes the real ones unmistakable, the people who consistently show up, engage, and encourage.

Thirty days didn’t just give me 30 photos. It gave me momentum, honesty, and a deeper trust in my creative instincts. A stronger routine. A clearer picture of my work and my circle.