I used to know someone who would be present in nature while I ran around like a madman attempting to make it stick to film. Can’t rembember bothering to stop much and ask myself what it was I was trying to find, or capture. Just went on, searching, framing, adjusting, releasing the shutter, collecting fragments of reality as it passed. As if I needed them in order to confirm—or excuse, not really sure which—my existence, […]
Some people sometimes seem to express how they feel that landscape photographs aren’t worth much if anything unless they’re somehow tagged with a location. Others, while being able to relate, sometimes seem to express how this irritates them to the extent of not being able concentrate on things that matter, things they are able to control.