i stopped enjoying what i was seeing. so editing and capturing became tiresome, if not bothersome.
in those 8 weeks i looked at photos every day. thousands of them: i really studied them, separated them into categories. left the process, came back to it. compiled a pinboard of images that really spoke to me and sifted through that board until it was cohesive and every single image
really moved something inside of me.
meantime, just before i went on this strike, a friend gave me a book on archery and nonchalantly mentioned that it had changed her photography journey. i took it but doubted if it would change anything for me.
as i read, the author starts having a very real conversation with me:
"the more obstinately you try to learn how to shoot the arrow for the sake of hitting the goal, the less you will succeed."AND
"what stands in your way is that you have a much too willful will. you think that what you do not do yourself, does not happen."
i go to the boards i have created and realise something. what i love looking at and what i capture are complete opposites.
i think back to pivotal points in my photographic journey and the realisation dawns that the
the way i used to shoot before the year long journey, my natural eye if you will, is what i am most attracted to now.
so here i am back at the beginning. ending. starting. i am not sure. but i know that the photo in the viewfinder is making me very happy. it has shadows and slanted light.