The butterfly flaps its wings effortlessly for a time. It glides for a moment, catching its breath while enjoying a guiding breeze. Then another flurry of activity with no apparent destination.
The butterfly flaps its wings effortlessly for a time. It glides for a moment, catching its breath while enjoying a guiding breeze. Then another flurry of activity with no apparent destination.
I can not recall who said it, or what the exact quote is, but it is something like “I photograph things to see what they look like photographed.” I quite like this approach to photography.
To be honest, I get no satisfaction from my finished images. The image itself means nothing to me; it is the process of obtaining the image that provides me with the satisfaction that keeps me looking for more- along the streets and in the pavement, in the chipped paint, in the mad colors and fleeting shapes, always looking.