The last few weeks I hit a bit of a slump and I realised it came down to a number of external factors and that I had to deal with so I could progress.
It’s common for anyone that makes or creates to get stuck occasionally. Even famous photographer/international man of mystery Austin Powers…
For me it begins when that little voice starts up…
“You went there last time and you will end up with the same images if you go again”
“The light is rubbish”
“It’s raining and cold”
What we choose to do about it is key. The thing to do is to listen to that little voice but keep doing.
Don’t make the same images, make better ones or use the same subject but use a different lens or time of day.
If the light is rubbish BYO light. My definition of “available light” is any light, not just daylight. Use whatever you can to record what you see. I spoke about this in a previous post called faking it.
Force yourself into uncomfortable situations. I made these yesterday on a two-hour walk in 2 degrees celsius (that’s 35 degrees for those into Fahrenheit)
There is a mix of bold colour, muted colour, black and white, Lenses from 10 – 350mm, fixed and zoom lenses, natural and manmade subjects, large and small apertures, varied perspectives looking up, looking down and not just straight ahead.
All those options can be recombined to produce new and interesting images of the same subject. Some of the macro images are done with a telephoto zoom lens. The building could be photographed using a macro lens. The only image this approach could not apply to is the Kookaburra, unless you could get physically closer.
With point number three, I have mentioned photographing people is a problem I wanted to use this project to address. I had to overcome some anxiety and fear of rejection but now I am making progress. The block is not quite broken but I’m working through it.
Dear reader, I have bled every single emotion and I have tried my best to put them in these pages. I will write until you run out of tears to find in these words. Tears that are products of every dote you lost, products of so much affliction that they never had enough strength left to carve their path tracing down your cheeks. And I will be honest with you to say that I am not there with you. Truth be told, I am mostly not in these writings. In fact, I have never been in any real relationship that I wander at the thought of whether I have any right to write about these things. But I am a wallflower, in the eighteen years that I have lived I have seen the people around me break so hard that they crumble back to their cradle. Love is a different kind of war but as long as I am standing I will give a hand to those who have fallen. These writings are not about me, despite most being written in first person. I want you to find yourself in them. I want you to find yourself and get yourself back.
