Bicheno, Tasmania, 2010. A memorable trip; we were away for a planning retreat at work, and in between very productive writing sessions, we watched a mother humpback whale teaching her baby how to breach, and watched extraordinary sunrises emerging from steel grey seas…
Campbell Town, Tasmania, 2007.
This is one of the oldest photos that has survived from my re-introduction to photography from that same year… it’s a photo taken on a camera that I no longer own, of a state in which I no longer live, of a tree that no longer stands…
Night falls over the Tamar River, Launceston, 2008…
Stanley, Tasmania, 2008…
From the archives… 2008, specifically. I’m in the process of uploading some of my older work to a microstock site, and the process of sifting through and appraising my work with this different end point in mind has been extremely interesting. I can see my development, both technically and in terms of my compositional/creative interpretations, and also where I’ve pursued certain approaches wholeheartedly, and then abandoned them almost entirely (think HDR, urban exploration, IR, and combinations of these!) – in none of these cases do I look back now and wish I’d kept going with them!
Most of the images don’t really stand up to my current work (at least in my eyes). There are a few odd ones here and there that I’m still rather fond of. This image, in particular, is still probably in my top 25 all-time favourite shots that I’ve taken. At the time, it looked absolutely nothing like anything else I was taking.
I wonder whether I’ll look back on my current work in another 9 years, and feel the same way about it? And is that a bad thing?
