If ya’ll are good at internet sleuthing, you might notice that a similarly-named blog exists in the blogosphere called mvbphotography.ca. Yes, that’s mine too! Photography and ecology are kind of my two “things”. They’re what I’m known for in my neck of the woods. If peeps need photos, they come at me. If peeps want to get advice on getting involved in environmental advocacy, they come at me again.
However, photography is the only thing that makes me truly happy. So happy that I feel butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. The excitement wells up inside of me until I feel like I’m about to burst. This happens when I obtain a new camera, learn about a different photographic process, discover the photographic works of an amazing artist, or look at a freshly developed roll of film for the first time. Capturing moments in time is absolutely astounding, and the science behind the art gets me all nerdy.
And I think this confuses people because my true passion is environmental advocacy. Perhaps this is because people confuse happiness and passion, or believe they are synonymous.
To me, they are not.
I am not passionate about environmental advocacy because it makes me happy. I am passionate about it because nothing makes me more sad. When I think about how environmental scientists are being muzzled, about how low the sea ice levels are this year, and when I logistically consider how my generation — and future generations — will live on this planet I get so sad that my heart hurts. And it sincerely blows my mind that people are still skeptical about our global impact.
I work hard every single day to bring positive changes to the injustices of our world, that occur in relation to our changing climate. We live in an incredibly beautiful and miraculous world. Every synapse, every atom, every organism works in equilibrium to withstand any and all natural obstacles, and maintain the circle of life. Anthropogenic interferences with the climate system are inevitable now, and it’s a reality that we can never take back the damage that has been done. We must learn to adapt, and preserve what is left.
And maybe the two realms of my being — environmentalism and photography — work alongside one another, in symbiosis, to produce a metaphor for something else. Something tangible, yet fleeting. Something within my grasp, yet hard to hold onto. Something bigger than you and me combined. Something bigger than us all.
Everything happens for a reason, and I believe in rolling with the punches — but sometimes we really do have to be the change we want to see in the world. (There’s some inspiration from my main man Gandhi, p.s.)