No Way

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.

Where am I going?” “Why am I taking this photo?” “What drew me here?” After pressing the shutter I’m overwhelmed, a deluge of whats and whys forcing their way into my consciousness.
The Elevator

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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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