521.

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?

521.

365 Project: Day 269

Day 269

Day 269. And here is the Tarkine rainforest from a different point of view to yesterday. This was the struggle – so much to see at both the macro and micro level, and so hard to keep switching my brain from one way of seeing to another! Rounding the corner into the misty depths of the forest certainly made the choice clear at this part of the walk though… and so down we go, into the misty murk of the forest…

365 Project: Day 269

365 Project: Day 267

Day 267

Day 267. Another cold, grey morning. Lying in bed, trying to work up the will to go out and shoot, on another cold, grey morning. I decide to go. The light is flat, dull, and I think of something I read, where the difference between a good and a bad photo, more often than not, can be determined in the first instance by the quality of the light. This morning’s light is lacking in quality. Still, I push on. As I drive up and out of the valley, suddenly the clouds part, just for the very briefest of moments, just a breath in the sky, exhale and it’s gone. But in that moment, the whole valley was flooded with light, catching the mist creeping its way along the river. As it burns away in the shock of it all, I’m there, for once, camera in hand.

Sharon suggests that I might be learning patience. Maybe. I tend to think it was just bloody-mindedness, stubbornness, something like that. Maybe they are all the same thing?

365 Project: Day 267