There’s a tension when I photograph; I wish it were not so.
I’ve read the blogs of many photographers, exposed myself to their rivers of pixel and grain, watched silent as arguments flare, dwindle and echo, each new entrant with a different spin from the one before. I see plenty of confidence, few questions about the path they’re on.
I? I second-guess.
I am simply not sure. I surmise; shrug; keep photographing. I wish I knew – or even sensed that I knew, however inarticulable – but I’ve no such comfort. Not yet.
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(Apologies, the previous link was wrong)