Such tiny flowers I found on the sidewalk. So I had to take a picture of the mother bush.
I’m tryin’ to think but nuttin’ happens!
Did I find my identity that I was searching for? Did I make a bold move into the unknown shaking off the heavy coils of the past? Did I refine my style of photography so I know what it is? Did I create the sweater of all time by sewing up my swatches in to one? No. But here is what I did get/do/find/make…
So I opened the box today after moving other boxes to the top of the pile in my so called closet. Now the pile of boxes and bags is about 12 feet tall I hope it doesn’t fall on anyone. It looked like someone (that would have been me) had sorted the swatches into a few bags, and then
Almost all my interior photos have the lamp in them.
Maybe my search for my identity should be filtered/honed/focused/simplified. Like maybe it’s not my entire comprehensive identity that I need to find, just my photographic identity. Such as…am I a portrait shooter, a scenery shooter, maybe macro shooter, pet shooter? Maybe I’m only good for sheep shots? My own sheep shots. I don’t want to shoot anybody’s sheep. I want to shoot my own sheep, not other people’s sheep.
This is what I wrote about the black and white photograph with the kid sleeping by the bird in the cage: