Lockdown Chickens Pinholed……
Lockdown Chickens Pinholed……
Time is a subject that fascinates me. It is a common theme, in some fashion, in much of my photography. As such, birthdays in particular are a day that reminds us of time. Many of us handle this reminder in various ways. Some dive in and celebrate the anniversary of their birth. Others want to avoid the attention and any thoughts regarding how this day marks the passing of our lives. Some don’t much care at all whether it is today or tomorrow. We all handle time differently but we all play by the same rules. That is what fascinates me: this notion of time we have.
Somewhere I got old enough to realise that the future is not infinite for me, thus every day is a gift in that regard. This does add certain poignancy to each passing day and I sometimes wonder at the bliss of ignorance.
My new phone…isn’t it cool.
Perfection is the death of progress.
I once knew a man whose heart was big and open
Said he could see the beauty in us all.
So “Who is your favourite photographer?” Historically that answer shifted quite a bit for me, depending on the day or the mood or which books I had recently flipped through. It was a complicated question to answer. But then I simplified it and changed the answer to “myself”. It came in a moment of inspiration, really. And without disrespect to the many incredible photographers out there, my favourite really ought to be myself. Sure, maybe this answer is implied in the question, as in “Who (besides yourself) is your favourite photographer?” But if so, I think it might have become so implied that many of us don’t even consider it as a possible answer. Have you ever considered yourself as your favourite photographer? And why shouldn’t you be? I would argue that many of the struggles that photographers go through internally stems from them not thinking highly enough of their own work. Learn to love your photography for if you do, you will do it longer, harder, and more frequently. And if you do those things, success will come naturally. But still I think many struggle with the concept of liking their work, or being their favourite photographer.
Being your own favourite photographer is not arrogant. Arrogance is when you think you are a better photographer than others. Or a more important photographer. Being your favourite photographer doesn’t have to involve thinking you are better than another, it just has to mean you like your own work the best. Since favouring is a matter of opinion and personal taste, shouldn’t your own work match your own personal taste the best?
Being your own favourite photographer doesn’t mean you necessarily think your work is good, it just means you like it the best.
Maybe your work is good and you like it the best, or maybe you know it isn’t terribly good but you still love it anyway. Separate the enjoyment of your work from the evaluation of how good it is or isn’t. Then you can focus on enjoying your photography and worry less about how good it is or is not. Because if you focus on enjoying it, you will tend to approach it in ways that cause it to get better.
This may be easier said than done, and to do that you will have to make a conscious effort. It will take work. But it starts with little steps.
Start by thinking of yourself as your own favourite photographer.
Just try it.
My Attempt at visualising “each sees his own side but no other”.
Minestronne d’inizio autunno
I know I know earl autumn has long been and gone, but this is my favourite Minestronne recipe, and the star is this beautiful Fennel.
After having received the gift of Flu for Christmas I was down and out for the count. Today is the first day since then that I feel a little normal (whatever that is).
Anyway, so today I am cooking this gorgeous soup.
Hope you are all well.
Travel safely through the New Year.