A little over a year ago I started this blog. I knew I had plenty to say and I knew I had the tenacity to keep it up, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to go another year. Here it is, decision time. I went back and read my first post, which I have included below, and it reminded me of why I wanted to do this in the first place. So now here I am, back to where I was last March. The same motivations that dogged me then are driving me to continue this blog. My hope is that others will enjoy it, but if not that's okay, because the act of doing it is helpful to me.
Inner Musings of a Thoughtful Photographer
I think too much. I don’t know if it’s a female thing, a personal
thing or both. Probably both. I have thoughts and opinions about many
things. I love thoughtful quotes. I love thinking about why people do
the things they do and say the things they say. I love analyzing my own
photography and looking for clues in them that may explain my
motivations.
On the down side, thinking too much can drive me crazy. I can’t
always control my thoughts. I sometimes wish I had an off switch to my
brain. Maybe that’s why I like fairly mindless movies—mostly
comedic—because I don’t have to think too much and it distracts me.
Sometimes thinking too much is a good thing. It gives me something
to say. I’m almost never bored. I probably understand my work and
myself a little more because of it. And I’ve always believed that what
elevates photography to art is not the latest and greatest camera
equipment, but simply the thought that goes behind the creation of a
photograph.
So I know that sometimes I seem to be in my own little world and
hard to reach. I probably am. But here, with this blog, I can express
some of these thoughts as they relate to photography. Maybe by moving
those thoughts onto the computer screen, I can clear my own mind. After
twenty-seven years of working as a photojournalist I feel as if my head
is overflowing. Maybe by writing some of it down and sharing some
images, I can connect and help other thoughtful photographers make
sense of their own work.
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When I look at this picture I think of my own childhood.
It sums up how I felt living and working in a world full of boys.
Always in my own little world, always dreaming, and always a little out of step.
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