I like dust. And scratches and scuffs and dirt and crumbs. I like these things a lot. Usually these things are every photographer’s worst nightmare. But I’m a photographer. And I like them.
I was just thinking about how, in many cases, I like photographs that break the rules. I like it when the subject is deliberately centered… Just because. I like it when there is so much crap on your negative that it looks like a texture filter…but it’s not. Maybe this is why I never got an A in photography. Eh.
I am realizing that what I like most about being a photographer is the process. I spent the past several years of my life shooting shooting shooting and hardly stopping to take a breath until finally, this past August, I stepped back, pausing to understand why.
I am realizing more and more of why I love the idea of photography. I don’t care too much about my portfolio anymore. I don’t care about that stack of pristine final prints anymore. I’m not looking for something to hang on my wall or put on my website. It’s about the getting there. It’s about the conceptualization and the brilliant “Aha!” moment and the hours of planning. Simply put, I love the process of shooting, the climbing and twisting and stretching to get the perfect angle, the hundreds of bad frames before you finally snap the good one. I love the awkward interaction with a punk kid on the street who is shocked that a random little redhead girl would want to take his portrait. I love the getting there. I love the dust. Just a thought. It’s good to think about what you love.
Posted on Monday, May 20th 2013