Some time ago, back in November, I thought it would be a good idea to set up an Instagram account. Now don't ask me why I thought that was a good idea, but mere seconds after the idea popped up I already had an account and there was no going back.
I was pretty proud of myself. After all. it had only been a few weeks since my mom had told me to pick up photography as a hobby. I loved the sound of that and was already imagining my life as a famous Instagram photographer. I had it all planned, but then I realized... I had nothing Instagrammable around.

My realization hit after Kanra from The Lunar Descent had shown me around. There were some wonderful accounts around and I wished mine could be one of them. For a while I put becoming a serious Instagrammer off by participating in the 100 Happy Days Challenge. Eventually I was faced with the same problem again: I completed my challenge and still had nothing Instagrammable around. And so I put things off once again, this time to do research on what makes an Instagrammer successful.

I came across so many types of Instagrammers. Some used their body to get followers. All good for them, but I immediately knew this would never be the way to go for me.
Then there were the artists. They had thousands of followers eagerly awaiting their next masterpiece. I liked that, but knew I wouldn't be able to do that. My artsy phase ended along with my high school days.
Next I noticed bloggers who had an 'Instagram theme'. I didn't know that was a thing, but apparently it is. Posting pictures with the same color scheme or type of objects has a wonderful effect, but it looked like a lot of effort. I checked my own profile and decided I had a theme too. I called it 'complete and utter chaos'.

Instagram wasn't the place for me, I thought as I closed my laptop and ventured out with my camera. There still was nothing Instagrammable around. Then I looked through the lense of my camera and saw the world from a new point of view. If something's not pretty enough to take a picture of it, I realized, you're not looking at it from the right angle. I think I found that angle in Berlin and Ljubljana. Like this one from Metelkova, a shot I never would have taken if I hadn't stumbled, then looked up and noticed this while I was falling.

The right angle can tell stories perfectly

A couple weeks have passed since I realized everything is Instagrammable. I like to go out, find a new angle, then mess around with all the filters and tools to make a pretty picture look awesome. I still don't understand Instagram though, because all I ever get is follow-for-follow people who quickly unfollow me. But that shouldn't be a point. The point should be that I have fun sharing pictures of the world I see through my lense. Hopefully I can show people a different point of view through them.

Stay Awesome!