I’m a writer—I think I’ve mentioned that fact before, so it should come as no surprise when I mention it again here. I’m a writer, and I would never have thought to call myself a photographer until now.
Yes, I have had a camera, a Sony DSC H2—I owned said camera for about six years before leaving it lone and forlorn in the Seattle Airport. (Somebody please make a joke about cameras and lost in Seattle.) I had six years of pretty good practice with a camera, but still, a camera does not a photographer make any more than a goose quill pen turn a lousy grammarian into a stellar writer.
At the same time, I found the little gadget quite handy when I wanted to post something with only minimal description—“…and the clouds were so, like awesome! (as you can see:)”
I didn’t realize how handy that camera was until I lost it.
Now I walk down the street—or drive a few blocks—and look at the trees wishing I had some way to get a picture of that lovely gold and silver fog wreathed around them. No camera, no photo, though. I’ll just have to go back to being a writer and describe them. (Oh, wait, I just did.)
I suppose I’ll have to revise my description of myself: “I’m a writer and sometimes a photographer, so sometimes I’ll write about things and sometimes I’ll just take pictures of them, though pretty often I’ll write about them after I’ve taken the pictures of them, because I’m still mostly a writer, you see.”
Or else, until I find a new camera, I’ll just stick to saying that I’m a writer. It's simpler that way.