Photography brings together all of the things that I love.
I spend a lot of time after I take the pictures studying them. I print my favorite pictures. I hold them in my hands. I lay them on the floor so they are visible every time I walk by. I live with them. I ask myself, Why am I drawn to this picture and not this one? What are my hopes and fears and joys and how are they revealed in these pictures?
I spent time today listening to a B&H Podcast with Cig Harvey: Think, See, Make, Listen, and there is so much wisdom and insight in what she shares. (And I ordered her latest book, “You an Orchestra, You a Bomb.”)
But this is what she said that I love most.
The more you work with photography, the more it gives back.
And then this . . . as Cig says she wants to find the beauty in the world and be a witness to it . . . me, too.
She speaks with clarity about the process of photography – both constructing and finding pictures – and putting them together to tell stories.
My photographs for this day tell the story that women of a certain age often experience. These are the pictures that come with maturity and a deep knowing of oneself. Oddly enough, they are not about certainty or culminating works, but more often about exploration, discovery, and often irreverence.
Where I was once determined to avoid reflection, both literally and figuratively, I now seek it out.
Where I was once concerned with the subject and its placement, there is now some organic sense of how to balance.
Where color was feared, it is now welcomed.
Where there was some expectation that pictures should be pretty or likeable or at least make sense, there is now a love for ambiguity and simplicity.
Where there was deep hope for grace and kindness and compassion; hope still abides. But there is also the understanding that not every story has a happy ending; that life is fragile and moments are fleeting.
I want my pictures to feel different as I evolve.