[16/365] The Bee Who Could Not Fly

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16 days in to my 365 and I'm feeling a little like this bee. I've got the tools, I've got the know-how, but there's also that nagging self-doubt hounding at me each and every day. Can I really do one [non-lame] photo every single day for an *entire year*? Do I have that kind of commitment, dedication, willpower and drive? Can I ever get even close to the level of some of my favourite photographers or will I spend the rest of my life continually coming up short? Will my life have meant something when I die, or will I be forgotten by everyone except those close to me? At the end of the day, do my photos even mean anything to anyone? Or even just to myself?

I don't know if I'll ever be an amazing photographer. But I guess I'm willing to give it a go. Besides, if nothing else, at least I enjoy my own photography, and I guess that's all that really matters :)

Done