Rediscovering a former interest

Sara Hollabaugh.
   Sara Hollabaugh.

Sara Hollabaugh, Arts &Entertainment Editor

It’s ’s typically easy for people to be inspired by others.

Whether it’s an influential piece of writing in the form of a book, play or movie, or an athlete overcoming major injuries, watching other people succeed gives hope to the rest of us that we can do it, too.

But there’s a difference between being inspired to do something and actually doing something.

For me, it’s hard to stick to what initially inspires me. I obsessively plan out how to accomplish something, but the amount of times I don’t follow through (in the long-run) is embarrassing.

Yes, most of the time these changes can be sticking to a weight loss program or other resolution-based ideas, but my biggest challenge is continuing to do what I love.


Since I was young, I was drawn to it. It started with my dad’s old Pentax k1000 film camera and progressed to many other cameras. I observed influential figures as the years passed.

For a while, my technical skills were limited as I hadn’t undergone real training, but I taught myself the basics and managed to get by with results that weren’t blurry (a success in my mind).

I loved exploring outside to find intriguing photographic opportunities.

What really inspired me to continue photography in high school, though, was taking candid portraits of my younger brother. I was enamored by my experiences with a kid whom I held 10 years over and determined to continue capturing his growth through my lens.

I eventually came here and didn’t have my brother with me.

I lost my muse, or at least the unlimited access to it. I lost my inspiration.

It’s not as depressing as it sounds, though. I am a very happy person. I have many other activities in my life that inspire me every day, but I tucked away the one that sometimes means the most to me.

The reason I have recently realized how much I miss that part of me is Peter Turnley, the talented photojournalist who received an honorary degree at Ohio Wesleyan on March 31.

I had dinner with Turnley and other students and listened to him speak very passionately about his photographs and experiences over his career.

I was immediately and quite easily inspired again.

This discovery of what I usually recall as my favorite past time is probably going to make a major appearance in my daily life.

It’s not to say that my inspiration will transform into eternal action, but I’m happy feel that urge to go out and do what I love again.