Susan on Camera Three.

Everyone changes their dreams from time to time. If you had asked me back in 2011, I would have told you that my dream job was to be a camera person.

About six or seven years ago I was a member of a local church (that has since shut down its local branch). They discussed during a service that there were lots of volunteer opportunities, so I decided to talk to the media director about volunteering on his team.

The media team shows up hours before church. They practice with the band. The first Saturday that I went I brought the kids with me. I am pretty sure I brought them down to the “kids’ club,” where sitters would help while we worked.

In the main worship hall I went up to a camera. In the near-darkness, one of the other team member showed me the controls of the huge black camera on the tall tripod. Focus… zoom… pan… he showed me how to work all the controls.

It was just practice, so it was a great opportunity for them to “try me out.” I had a headset on, and the director was calling out “camera 1… camera 3… camera 2…” as he switched shots on the main screen.

I took to the controls like a natural. At least, that’s how I felt. The singer sang… I zoomed in, I panned out… the music played… the drummer pounded… and it was lightning fast, and awesome, and FUN. I loved it.

Then… I found out my son was sick.

He had apparently thrown up, so I really had to leave. I talked into the headset and told the director what was going on, and that I was really, really sorry. I felt horrible for having to leave. This is it, I thought. They’re definitely not going to want me to do this now.

My son was doing fine once we started heading home. About halfway there I stopped for gas. I called up one of the volunteers, who was still at church, to tell him again that I was sorry. “Sorry? Are you kidding me?” he said.

I was really confused.

“What, you couldn’t hear the director hollering in the headset?”

This volunteer had been in the back room with the director; and no, I hadn’t heard him.

“He was hollering because he thought you were doing an incredible job! He definitely wants you to come back! Get your son better, and we’ll see you next week!”

I did go back the next week… and many weeks after that.

There were three cameras. Camera one was the main shot–the one that got the lead singer, and whoever was speaking at the time. Camera two got the bass guitarist, drummer, and main guitarist. Sometimes it picked up artistic shots of the main singer. Camera three was on the floor… on a “leash”… walking around on the floor, lugging the heavy camera, getting cool upshots from the floor.

I tried all three positions, and I loved all of them.

This picture was actually taken during the week of VBS–Vacation Bible School. In the summer the church has a week when all the kids come and hang out during the day. One day I walked around with a camera, like here, and a headset… but no wires.

“The kids will get a huge kick out of it,” they said. “They don’t know you’re not plugged into a main feed. Just run the battery, and show them the screen, and they’ll love it!”

…and they did. I had a really fun few days doing that at the church.

So why now am I aspiring to be a writer when I could have pursued being a camera person?

I have so many things; that’s why this blog has so many categories. I try to filter them into days of the week so you’ll get an “equal dose” of everything. Also, if you click on a category name on the main page, like “Song Sun Day,” it will take you to a list of all the posts in that category. Try it out!

Although I love camera work, and I love photography, and I love the ukulele, writing is still my favorite. I have been writing stories and “books” since I was in grade school. I have been journalling for over twenty years. I just love to get the words out and, like right now, out they come.

I enjoyed the camera work, and it was a fun time in my life; but that time has passed for me.

What fun thing did you used to do in your life, whose time has passed by? I’d love to hear about it in the comments below.



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Author: Susan Pitman

Susan is an artist who grew up in Massachusetts and now lives in Texas. She writes songs, short stories, and books. You can follow @kitykity on Twitter.

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