My Journey

This is an illustrated essay about the last five years of my photographic life. No, I have no dramatic story to tell, I did not suffer terrible loss or illness and have, as a result, a great epiphany. I'm just a bloke who's been snapping for 30ish years and found himself unsatisfied and stuck about 5 years ago. This is the story of what follows, mundane perhaps, but perhaps also a little unorthodox, a little interesting.
As a young man, I read Ansel Adams of course, and looked at a lot of pictures, and read various other things. I learned, as one does, that the goal of photography is the single iconic image. Through the somewhat elusive process of composition, one places forms, masses, lines into the frame, being attentive to both light and color. The result, ideally, is an iconic image. A single mighty photograph that appeals, that stimulates the mind, that calls the viewer to contemplate it, to grow and learn, and ultimately perhaps to possess a print of the image.
It turns out that ...